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Hunted By The Wolf
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Pain/Ilness It senses my fear
knows my weakness.
Stalks me like the cunning
creature it is.
It gives chase
as I run and hide.
I try to shrink back
fading into the shadows
as it prowls the night.
Under the full moon's soft glow
I see it's snarling,
dripping fangs.
In the silence,
I hear it's heavy breathing.
It's glazed eyes
show no mercy,
no sympathy,
no remorse.
Now I can feel
it's hot breath
move over me
as it advances closer.
I cower and shake,
frozen in place.
Sniffing the air
it smells the frightened sweat
seeping from my
every pore.
Stretching it's neck
high towards the moon
it lets out a bloodthirsty howl.
It hunches it's back,
and prepares to pounce.
I am cornered
with no route of escape.
The wolf is the hunter
and I,
the hunted.
Dear Cathy,
I was fortunate to find your website while searching for lupus poems. I'm doing a presentation on lupus for my nursing class. I lost my husband one year ago to cancer following a myriad of diseases-the first of which was lupus.
Your poetry spoke to my heart, and I thank you for sharing it.
Max