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a decision not of my own

emerged from the unknown

the search for the answer of life

can't be found through a knife

in a world of its own

many had discovered it  but still unknown

to stay too long may be your life

you do not have to enter through a knife

there's no walls to hide your thought

open your heart & share what you brought

when i entered  my clothes had been shed

thinking thoughts i might be dead

never to stand on two

but on four this is now you

the urge to hunt for prey

to ask why you'd never know what to say

in the distance a shadow for a meal

i expect great effort to carry it over the hill

to walk slow & quiet

not to wake up the night

as i toed my mark   my preparation began

but only to be rudely interfered

after the prey noticed us  it ran away

i stared at the intruder & knew what to say

i looked the intruder in the eye

this was the intruders last good-bye

as we circled  we knew what to do

someone would die & it's going to be you

as we battled  the intruder bit into my skin

i had to do something   even a sin

but i laid on the ground as if i was dead

wishing the intruder would run away as i bled

the intruder took a couple of steps toward me

i thought to myself  i'm dead can't you see

the intruder’s gullible mind told him i was dead

i wish i was home was exactly what i said

the intruder left   i was glad

he had scared off my prey  yet i was still mad

now the intruder's gone & i'm still here

i wish i was home or somewhere near

as i came to  i sat up straight

a feeling went through my body    a feeling as hate

i remembered the piece the intruder took

i raised my shirt to take a look

no blood poured from my body

only a scar from my recovery

By Damie Evers, 16 yrs old

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