It's You

Secured in darkness you fall to your knees,

Sweet child, sweet man in transformation.

You head looks straight, your eyes ashamed,

And at me, not a glance.

Your dreams are odd, your thoughts too cold

Within your mind, a revelation...

For that which falls to dust is obsolete

And in my palm, you set your soul.

Forgive me darling if my words seem harsh

But I have seen your kind too often,

And in my innocence I'll be discrete

But you are mine, the rest are obsolete.

I'm quite demanding but quite giving too

And in your presence life seems like a game.

Disturbing and broken down

But a game I'd like to play nonetheless.

And now I'm tired of this stupid game,

Consider me the cat and quit mousing around...

For as good as you taste I'm sure there is a weakness.

I am a predator, and a skilled one too,

I get what I want and right now it's you.

I am sure to find it, no forgiveness

This game is boring me, let it be over

Who's hunting who, my innocent?

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A excellent poem. The game of cat and mouse. You had so many statements I like in this poem. Poem was a pleasure to read. Flow and story held me to the last word. Thank you.
Coyote