The Cry Of The Hunters Poem by John Salome

The Cry Of The Hunters

Rating: 3.1


I gripped the Earth,
Legs were burning.
My head was spinning,
Or the world was turning.

Though I had to stay tough,
If I were to survive.
Since I was the only one,
Who wanted ME alive.

So I stood up with a jerk,
My lips were like chalk.
Then I started my ascent,
For the decadent Castle Rock.

I peered under a thicket,
Just as a savage erupt.
Sadness filled my heart,
To see the boy so corrupt.

But I had to stay focused,
If I were to finish my journey.
So I had to leave now,
Or I’d leave on a gurney.

With that, I began my escape,
For it was within my ability.
My name is Ralph,
And I have kept my civility.
-JS

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Brian Jani 05 June 2014

John this is amazing

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Ace Of Black Hearts 21 September 2011

Sometimes the hardest thing is to walk or run away. Just to keep it from getting violent. The question is not will you walk away but will you venture back. Great Poem.

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