hunter

i don't know who i am and so i circle round and round

i hate to be trapped but in constant bondage

if love could be free and without consequence

how i would like to be free and in love

how i would wish to be bare, exposing my flesh

yet, i hear the hounds on my trail

the forest has an end

how much longer can i run 

how much longer can i run

to only witness a single moment with you

a moment of your sweetest song from the longest branch

the melody intoxicating 

yet, the image is cracked by the trap

Reviews

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

Interesting. I like you title, it set the tone/feeling for the poem, but the poesy was well written and developed the tone well all on its own.