outlaws

A Poem by micky

We were always outlaws

Between the booze and brawls

Between the fists and blunts

Out running the hunts

We were the hunters game

We kept him sane

Running circles round this world

As the darkness swirled

As we crept in his sleep

Leaving with nothing but our bare feet

Running from tomorrow

We don't need their sorrow

We live for the run

Its our only true fun

We live for the thrill

We live to give him a chill

We live for the chaise

Our minds a hopeless place

As the world keeps turning

And the fire in our souls keep burning

The rain on my face

Filling my lungs with smoke,leaving no space

Gasping for air

but we didn't care

Breath life into me

The world is what i wna see

So keep going ...keep moving..regardless what we been through

Even if we weren't aloud to

The hunter will never understand

But thats what makes it so grand

© 2016 micky

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Lovecraft

John Dillinger and Bonnie and Clyde came to mind after reading this. I also thought of Man hunting Man in a jungle or something, which is weird, I guess, lol.

I love this poem, Micky. The thrill of the Chase (Whether Literal or Figurative) is prevalent to me.

The rhymes are good, you don't seem to be trying too hard to do a perfect rhyme scheme, which makes me respect you all the more.

Excitingly stimulating poem, Micky! Another good job from one of my favorite poets around these parts. :)