Prey

I wrote this as part of my A Level Creative Writing portfolio

I am terrified.

I am terrified of your words

And their tendency to be cruel like

The tiger hunting its prey.

But like the death of the gazelle your words are your

Nature and I am your prey.

Just like your words your razor sharp claws

Rip apart my organs and your calloused hands

Grab hold of my sanity and crush it until it

Drips with blood and lost hope.

I can measure how sad I am

by how afraid I am of the dark.

Rather, I mean, of what’s in the dark.

Counting heart stops and stomach flops,

Every stair creak when everyone’s asleep,

I fear it is your words here to metamorphose

Into the tiger and make me the gazelle.

But it is your nature to kill your prey like it is

The cat’s nature to kill the mouse.

When I’m gone and you’ve won,

Who will be your next prey?

Reviews

[Geodan]

I love the imagery and the metaphors. This poem is something a lot of people can relate to. Feeling like prey, doomed in a fierce world. Keep it up!

[Raj Sahu]

“Just like your words your razor sharp claws
Rip apart my organs and your calloused hands
Grab hold of my sanity and crush it until it
Drips with blood and lost hope.

I can measure how sad I am
by how afraid I am of the dark.
Rather, I mean, of what’s in the dark.
Counting heart stops and stomach flops,
Every stair creak when everyone’s asleep,
I fear it is your words here to metamorphose
Into the tiger and make me the gazelle."

I like the concept of tiger and gazelle you used here. It make the poem more vibrant. Your words are laved with strong emotions. I like your way of writing and enjoyed your poem. Keep writing. Congratulations!