Untamed

 

 

Unaware of where to strike I move in feverishly

My body is coiled like a cobra ready to strike

Hands are up, and eyes fixated on my opponent

Today is the day I’ve been training for

 

The Jungle will not destroy me

Sweat, bruises, frustration, and tears

I have made it through to this very moment

Adrenaline speeds up my heart rate

Sense are heightened

 

Half of everything I’ve learned has been forgotten

And at this moment

Instinct is all I have

Pure and primal

Strike first or be devoured

 

The vulture circle’s at the first sight of immobility

What happens next depends on the first move

I circle left

Then right

Finally I see an opening and I strike

I grab for anything not protected

The first and last strike is mine

Reviews

[Holly]

I feel kind of lost in this poem. Can't really describe, sorry. Maybe it's because it's an adventure scene. X) I do like how it is written. Not many poems I have come across are written this way. I like how it's unique that way because at first I thought it was a story but then I thought no, poem! XD I have always envied those who can write adventure scenes like this. I think it's very creative that you've twisted it into a poem! I like how you made the jungle the enemy and not something specific like a toucan or a jaguar, it made the poem more free to move in perspective. So overall, all in all, good job! :)

[Taji Herbert]

THANK YOU. It is ok that you were a little lost it is about mixed martial arts and about the idea pf attacking or being attacked...