Failure of the Huntsman Hunt. Poem.

                      Sep 30 2018

  Thinking of you in the morning,
Thinking of you at night.
I'm inebriated by the thought of you.

It started to take a toll in my sanity.
And when I try to avoid the thought of you ,
There is always something that brings you to my mind.
I cannot escape.
I am prey of your hunt, but when I look back,
There is no huntsman hunting me.