Submitted by Christin on Mon, 10/23/2017 - 22:30

Here I hide all alone, clenched tight with fear
in a dark little box, nothing to see
My situation's reasoning is indeed quite queer
A hunter is searching ruthlessly
My hunter is my friend, who I held quite dear
Her betrayal is as difficult as can be
I did not make a sound that she could hear
But my hunter spotted me visually
She looked down at me, her face looked sincere
For now the person who's "It" is me

Author's age when written

I dont do poetry very often because I am not particularly good at it, but I gave it a try, and I hope you like it!


This is great!! You should write poetry more often. :) we all have to start somewhere, and this is a very good beginning. I enjoyed it.

I don’t thrive off of chaos: chaos thrives off of me.

Your poetry is wonderful! I agree with Damaris, please write more!
Beautiful and the cadence is gorgeous ;)

Introverts unite!
From the comfort of your own homes!