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Thursday, October 1, 2009

(part 205) SHADOW HUNTER



I WAIT LIKE A BEGGAR
AT THE DOOR OF THIEVES
HOPING FOR CRUMBS
FROM THEIR TABLE

A TABLE BUILT
WITH MY OWN HANDS...
FASHIONED FROM FINE WOOD
GATHERED IN MY YOUTH...

I STAND LIKE A PAUPER
NEXT TO THIER LIES
CONDEMNED BY RIDICULE
FOR MY MISERY

MISERY
I SUFFER
BY THE VERY ONES
WHO BARTER NOW

OVER THAT WHICH
THEY TOOK FROM ME...
PROFITING FROM IT
AS I STARVED

MY PATIENCE RUNNING THIN
I PLEDGE TO MYSELF
I WILL NOT DIE
UNTIL THEY SUFFER...

I WHO WAIT
LIKE A HUNGRY WOLF
FOR THEIR EXIT...
THEIR SWIFT DEMISE

I THE WOLF...
THE SHADOW HUNTER
WELL SUITED AGAINST
THEIR SOFT FLESH...

Bobby Jameson Oct, 1 2009
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3 comments:

  1. AnonymousOctober 1, 2009 at 4:03 PM

    Bottom feeding wolves like joe foster can't kill your spirit, or your talent. FIGHT ON!!!!!

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  2. AnonymousOctober 2, 2009 at 11:16 AM

    We do what we have to so we can do what we want to.....

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  3. Rose WSeptember 22, 2021 at 1:20 AM

    Loveely post

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