Faded citrine eyes
Heaving through the forest
When the hunter becomes the hunted
WIll you lose your mind?
You started the hunt
Kept track of the scent once
If you're not with your pack
You are strong but are weak.
Robbed of your fangs
You left and traversed alone
You hunted the hunter before
And knew its ways too well.
But there's no turning back
You can't ever return
No one wants to be hunted
Never wanted to be the hunter.
YOU ARE READING
Life Forms
PoetryWe try to form life Life forms us In this life time We are life forms From His life He formed. -Vivi
