The Hunter

by Robert A. Lujan

I write what "I" feels like-
And tonight its this-
Tonight its a cross pen and notepad tightly clinched in a fist-
Tonight its love letter-
A saga
No, a tragedy-
Tonight its an outcome of what inevitably had to be-
Tonight its a smile breaking through remorse-
Tonight its fire emanating from the source-
And the source of it is malevolent-
In a Vaunting if sorts-
And collision though inexorable-
Slowly steadys on its course-
And i-
The rider of a black and steel horse-
Peer with an absence of fear at the decay of worlds-
At the dismantling of reverie-
Trod even faster still-
Pursuing the kill-
Only to find that I'm the target I've pursued-
That i would suffer by my own hand and rule-
And i dismount to dress the wounds I've inflicted-
By the deflections of my decisions
My lies and my insistence-
To further the distance between me and the me Ive always longed to be-
I see these chains were pained by none other than me, that i, mine enemy-
Kept Me from being free.

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Born and raised under the blazing sun of the Coachella Valley, the desert landscapes have shaped my thoughts and have allowed me to create my poetry from clear perspective. My style is multi rhyme structure and I lend myself to the disclosing of the impact that love and loss has had in my life. I hope in my poetry you find my pain, as well as my triumph, please enjoy and share any feedback.

Last updated January 11, 2016