I am the poem hunter <br />on the prowl for rhyme <br />hunting out verse <br />I do it all the time. <br />I'm like a serial killer <br />and I never ever sleep <br />on the look out for words <br />through the page I creep. <br />At night I come alive <br />as words attack my brain <br />I lie in a cold sweat as demons <br />whisper out my name. <br />With shaky hand I grab my pen <br />and scribble madly on the page <br />I feel like I am now possessed <br />full of angst and full of rage. <br />I hide in the shadows <br />nobody knows I'm there <br />as long as i get my verse <br />I neither worry or care. <br />So beware of the poem hunter <br />the bard with a voracious appetite <br />hunting out words and rhymes <br />and coming alive at night.<br /><br />Kevin Halls<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beware-of-the-poem-hunter/
