Hunter
the hunter, predator ,killer
staring into my soul
which is soon to be
non-existent
the forest, green
all i can see
my perspective
will soon change
as the seasons continue
i cower down
became small
to not show you
to not show hostility
it bowed his head
whining softly
itching towards me
i reached with my hand
to stroke it's head
as it encouraged me
it nudges my hand crawled over to me
layed it's head on my chest
purring softly
YOU ARE READING
Poetry of a Blind Girl
PoetryThis a complete collection of the poetry which I have written over my lifetime. I hope that you enjoy them!
