The Thrill of the Hunt
My Heart doth pound into the ground
(Moonlight, and the tides recede)
I look for Answer's never found-
(From the Cuts of Love, still I bleed!)
I sit atop the glistening sand,
And consider fears I can't confront
Until I know just who I am-
I'll journey, seek, search and hunt
Copyright © Just That Archaic Poet | Year Posted 2013
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