Fallen PreyA Poem by Just MeI need to cry, I want to die, if I had my pick, death would come quick.
What is wrong with me? My life is wrecked can't you see? They're the hunters i'm the prey, they'll all come after me someday.
The guns are out, you hear them shout, it's just past dawn, the hunt is on.
I can't help but wonder, is that their feet or thunder? my legs begin to buckle, as I hear them chukle.
Without a sound, they kick me down, filled with fear, I shed a tear.
With a thud, I hit the mud, then with the knife, they take my life. © 2011 Just MeFeatured Review
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2 Reviews Added on June 24, 2011 Last Updated on June 28, 2011 AuthorJust MePAAboutWell, I don't know where to start. I live in the USA I speak english and some french. My real name is Megan. I love to write little stories or poems to make me feel happier. I also love to draw in my .. more..Writing
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