Still on vacation but thought I’d post a poem not previously published before. I’ll be back starting November 1st. Have a great Halloween.

TRIGGER WARNING. THIS IS GOTHIC POETRY; DARK THEMED POETRY THAT IS GENERALLY CONSIDERED MACABRE, FRIGHTENING, AND/OR DEPRESSING. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE PRONE TO MENTAL ILLNESSES, ESPECIALLY ANXIETY AND DEPRESSION. YOUR LIFE IS MORE IMPORTANT TO ME THAN YOUR OPINION OF A REALLY OLD PIECE OF POETRY.

STILL HERE? ARE YOU SURE? OKAY….

 

THE HUNTER

He lurks in the shadows just watching.
Waiting for that perfect easy prey.
He’s lean and tall and grizzled.
He’s been around a long long time.
He seeks the youthful silly fool.
The one who seeks to tame the anima.
Personal energy draws him like a magnet.
I watch him as he glances my way.
He attracts with his worldly cynicism.
He reels you in with his witty sarcasm.
Holds you down with his manipulations.
Feeds on your emotions as he breaks you.
Laughs in the face of your helplessness.
He will gladly suck the life out of you.
Leave your remains for the vultures.
But he cant mask the feral glint of eye.
Sudden realization that he is recognized
Sends him on to yet other hunting grounds.

-Cherilyn Formanek (1999)

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