I WAIT LIKE A BEGGAR
AT THE DOOR OF THIEVES
HOPING FOR CRUMBS
FROM THEIR TABLE...
A TABLE BUILT WITH
MY OWN HANDS
FASHIONED FROM FINE WOOD
GATHERED IN MY YOUTH...
I STAND LIKE A PAUPER
AMIDST THIER LIES...
RIDICULED
FOR MY MISERY
A MISERY STAMPED
ON ME BY THOSE
WHO BARTER NOW
WITH THAT WHICH
THEY TOOK FROM ME...
MY PATIENCE WORN THIN
I PLEDGE
I WILL NOT DIE...
I WAIT LIKE A
HUNGRY WOLF
FOR THEIR DEMISE
I THE WOLF
THE SHADOW HUNTER
WELL MATCHED AGAINST
THEIR SOFT FLESH...
Bobby Jameson Oct, 1 2009
