We the Predator Seeking Prey

Caught in the web society weaves

an inferno of etiquette in life and death

living and dying.


Souls sink deep beneath the desolate

earth -- with nothing

only death... when life itself was nothing.


And I feel my own soul rising

crying out to the skies

why does the earth keep on turning

when everything on it is burning,

Running... Running, why am I running

when there's no where to run to

I am the rabbit running from its predator

but there is no shelter to hide me

so I become its prey

and we are the predator

and earth is our prey

My own soul is rising

I"m reaching out my hands to

touch the sky

but it's turning and I fall

to earth and become my

own prey.

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W.R. Shinn 5 years ago

Hello robincoe,

This is one... intense poem. Wow! Thanks for posting it! It trouble's me, only because there are so many souls that are feeling the same; trapped, and hunted. Folks feel that way because it is true. Satan rules this earth temporarily. Keep reaching to the sky for Jesus and your soul will feel peace. I know, I've been there and have felt the same way and this is what I have found to be true.

I thank you for checking out my hubs. Sincerely, W.

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