No full-stop

Wriggling,wriggling,

I'm wriggling with in a motion

intimating a womb to lure

the mammal i failed to hunt

in the misty morn of woe I love.

 

With fangs,i bite my prey and-

paralyse it by injecting the creature-

which bears a resemblance to gracious love-

with venom that destroys blood vessels of-

affection i do not crave.

 

It won't be last my last meal but

wittingly,I will hunt and hunt eternally within-

the forest with no rue to resentful hunting of love.

Reviews

[Cheng Yew,Chew]

sorry there is another error here it's not womb but worm

[Thea]

No need to say sorry, we commit mistakes... :)))
This poem is very powerful...Great work...

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the way you made your point in the poem. Brought me in with strong story and gave me a very good ending. I like the ending.
"I will hunt and hunt eternally within-
the forest with no rue to resentful hunting of love"
Thank you for a outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Cheng Yew,Chew]

sorry,readers---there is an error in this poem.The mistake is it won't be last my last--the correction is It won't be my last meal......Sorry.