I gripped the Earth, <br />Legs were burning. <br />My head was spinning, <br />Or the world was turning. <br /> <br />Though I had to stay tough, <br />If I were to survive. <br />Since I was the only one, <br />Who wanted ME alive. <br /> <br />So I stood up with a jerk, <br />My lips were like chalk. <br />Then I started my ascent, <br />For the decadent Castle Rock. <br /> <br />I peered under a thicket, <br />Just as a savage erupt. <br />Sadness filled my heart, <br />To see the boy so corrupt. <br /> <br />But I had to stay focused, <br />If I were to finish my journey. <br />So I had to leave now, <br />Or I’d leave on a gurney. <br /> <br />With that, I began my escape, <br />For it was within my ability. <br />My name is Ralph, <br />And I have kept my civility. <br />-JS<br /><br />John Salome<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-cry-of-the-hunters/
