
I am the hunter
Not the hunted
A reality
Which you constructed
A narrative
I will not fit
A sin against
I won’t acquit
You come to me
With lies in dreams
You attempt to sway
With falsehood’s screams
You speak to me
Your words they weigh
Like boots of lead
Your eyes betray
Your soul is dead
Your soul is dust
And yet persist
You feel you must
Enlightened
So you claim to be
Can’t save yourself
Yet, you will save me?
I am the hunter
I’m not your prey
And one day perhaps
You’ll see that way
Weekend Writing Prompt #389: This weekend your challenge is to write a poem or a piece of prose in exactly 99 words using the word βHunterβ.
Β©The Beginning At Last, Nov 2024

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