Prey

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If they had felt what I would feel,
Sunk their feet in to wear my shoes,
A hunted prey who ran for the hills,
Draped with blood, abraded bruise;

Poached tears of terror and despair,
Acquainted fear that grips the heart,
Caught between crosshairs and the snares,
Extinguished all hopes and dreams apart;