Why do I feel like the hunted
Like I have to watch my back
One wrong turn and its death
I don’t wish to live my life
Like the feeble pray I’ve become
But it’s what seems to choose me
I wish to run but have no way to go
The predators’ senses to great
They always seem to find me
Somehow and in someway
I’m tired of hiding and running
Its just so wrong that I’m silent.
Why do I feel like the hunter
Like I’m changing to a killer
I plea that its only for protection
Since no one else can see the threat
I can taste the lust of enemy blood
Its on the tip of my tongue.
I don’t typically act this way
I’m usually very quite, reserved
But I no longer can stay my ways
I have a family to protect now
If it’s a battle that awaits me now
Then I stand ready with all I am.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very well written brine i like it