poetry

Hunting alone

Hunting Ground

Who’s got the sword?
Am I hunting alone?
With a final strike I seek to be the one
The one that will strike the darkness
Until it is gone
But am I hunting alone?
Feels like emptiness feels me up at every curve
Struggling with feelings of doubt and self-worth
Am I worth the gold that o desire
Am I worthy of bearing this sword of fire?
Who’s got the sword?
Am I hunting alone?
Comfort is something we pretend we all need
So we crawl on our knees to avoid the scratches
Of struggle
But those with the sword
Can’t hold it without proper form
Glares arise from the knelt down eyes
You feel may feel so overthrown,
You care hunting alone.

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