tired and hungry the beast still hunts me <br />he stalks in the shadows as life grows shallow <br />waiting for the days to get shorter so he can begin his slaughter <br />with hatred in his eye but his job on his mind <br />all i can do is waste this precious time <br />in other words im the hunted or even the prey <br />with nothing to do but wait for the hunter to come out and play <br />so to lead this good life he just might tempt me <br />for above or below i dont know where he will send me <br />but my faith in all of that is even a question <br />i think if something goes wrong is it a sign or just another life lesson <br />is my life even a blessing <br />but if i dont believe, when things go wrong why do i curse everything thats above <br />or prey so many times for another chance at love <br />but back to my stalking enemy or is he my walking friend <br />you see i feel like the last word in a sentence and my paragraph has come to an end <br />so instead of embracing life i wait for it to stop <br />tick tock tick tock<br /><br />keith hendrickson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waiting-for-a-friend-2/
