Hunter - Poem by wendy martinez
My stomach is warped into a wrenching knot. The pain and hatred that cause this come only from you. I walk into the hallway and catch your gaze. A gaze filled with melancholy and loathe. A sinister smile creeps slowly over your lips, and like a curtain, opens and reveals your gleaming white teeth. Your body moves over the cold hard tile and I feel your crisp cool breath drape across my face. The spear like dialogue starts to flow. Pouring over me, as you scream obscenities into my heart. I clench my teeth and laugh in your face. Even though I am gleaming on the inside, on the inside I am slowly dying. You fire back with more and more expletives of rage and fire, oblivious to the fact that a crowd has gathered. You are trying so hard to tear my soul to pieces yet; I refuse to let that occur before my peers. I fling back malicious words and hatred comments, yet you do not fall. I stood by your side, when others made you cower in fear, but your gratitude was nowhere in sight. I feel so unsafe in this dungeon of torture you have placed me in. Please my dear before I end it myself, stop the attack.
Comments about Hunter by wendy martinez
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
- Still I RiseMaya Angelou
- The Road Not TakenRobert Frost
- If You Forget MePablo Neruda
- DreamsLangston Hughes
- Annabel LeeEdgar Allan Poe
- Stopping By Woods On A Snowy EveningRobert Frost
- IfRudyard Kipling
- Do Not Stand At My Grave And WeepMary Elizabeth Frye
- I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love YouPablo Neruda
- TelevisionRoald Dahl