I was once the hunter along with whom you hunted,
We fought the wild human animals, not for trophy nor for fun.
We hunted to survive, to live, to be one amongst the crazy jungle of humans.
But once you found the new jungle, you found yourself a new hunter to hunt along.
Thus started when the hunter became the hunted.
You started hunting me down ,knowing that my hand would shiver to even lift against you,
for you know everywell that i fight for you and not against you.
Nonetheless forget it all i ask you now, will you come back;
when i make the whole world kneel before me.
Will you come back when you are old and have no one; for i shall wait to be with you.
For i am a hunter with a heart who hunted for you.
Will you come back when you realise that i was true to you even when you were not.
Will you come back when the misunderstanding settles down.
Will you come back when i lye down in my death bed awaiting one last glimpse of you ;
hunted down by your memories in despair, oh darling will you come back……???????????
An attempt to write a poem .. feedback are welcome.
Cheers to life