Hunter
the hunter, predator ,killer
staring into my soul
which is soon to be
non-existent
the forest, green
all i can see
my perspective
will soon change
as the seasons continue
i cower down
became small
to not show you
to not show hostility
it bowed his head
whining softly
itching towards me
i reached with my hand
to stroke it's head
as it encouraged me
it nudges my hand crawled over to me
layed it's head on my chest
purring softly
Poetry of a Blind Girl
By NadineMcgee
This a complete collection of the poetry which I have written over my lifetime. I hope that you enjoy them! More