Predator

I have painted a picture here,

still incomplete,

of the joys, the sorrows,

and everything in between,

but I feel I still fall short

on the real grisly scene. 

Words can not measure up,

can not truly tell,

of the fall I fell

into a blackness like hell,

of what creatures that crept

along on this slope

which I encountered

within this deadly scope,

that keeps going downward

at an alarming gallop,

into a bottomless past

consuming me with a passion

like greed. I jump,

like a great antelope on the run,

from a predator

lapping me up with his tongue,

not far behind a history

that keeps eating me up,

doomed to go in circles

chasing that dying sun.

 

Reviews

[Francesca]

I really like the imagery in this and how well you described the crazy, spiraling feeling of looking back on the past. It's really easy to empathize with this. My favorite part was
"I jump, like a great antelope on the run,
from a predator lapping me up with his tongue,"
really unique imagery here. I love that there were no cliches in this poem
Good job! :)