Mocked on a late school night
Was to weak; couldn't put up a fight
This went on forever, it had no end
Couldn't even lie to pretend
With sarcasm, "oh! I fine" they said
But truly inside they were dead
And so fate took pity, together they took
The path they chose, well take a look
prey becomes predator; hunter is hunted,
The wounds seep deeply, harder they bled
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The Hidden Language // Poetry And Haiku
PoetryA couple of original poems by a poet. I hope you like it :) Poetry is a beautiful language. It has a descriptive way of describing an object, and it tells the feelings of the author within it's words. Cherish this hidden language for it brings color...
