The Hunted

The Hunted

A Poem by Kenneth Compton
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Something a little darker from my younger days.

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Darkness enveloped
Sickness developed
I can not breathe the way I did before
Angel corrupted
Anger erupted
Kill the things I can not feel anymore
So simple, to watch it all fall away
So crippled, I die again another day
Taste the blood upon my lips
In my mind a wire trips
Tonight I'll wrench your heart from where it sits
Feel my breath upon your skin
Feel the hatred seeping in
Tonight you'll become what you've always been

Rage so emboldened
Cage now unbolted
Break the bonds that sanity applies me
Madness imprisoned
Smallest incision
Feel the pleasure that death derives in me
So crystal clear is the truth of my path
So ample, my desire emblazoned by wrath
Hear your screams inside my head
Know the fear that I have bred
Tonight my lust for blood won't go unfed
See the malice now unmasked
Know this breath to be your last
Tonight is too late to regret your past
How does it feel to be the hunted?

© 2008 Kenneth Compton


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this poem kept served its purpose and kept me on the edge of my seat, nice poem dude, keep writing

Posted 16 Years Ago


Wow. Awesome write...yes, indeed! That last line..."how does it feel....?
I wanted to pick a favorite passage but could not, as I actually loved the whole thing! Usually, one line will stand out to me...you had many such lines, though...

"So simple, to watch it all fall away - So crippled, I die again another day"
How poignant these lines seemed to be...

"Rage so emboldened - Cage now unbolted"
Yeah...right there with you, buddy!

Excellent poem! Good flow and rhythm. Awesome visual imagery!


Posted 16 Years Ago



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Kenneth Compton
Kenneth Compton

Hurst, TX



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