Looking for something else tonight, I came across this poem I wrote my senior year in high school, dated 12/27/02. I think it speaks well of where I was mentally at that time.

“Untitled”

Single-minded,
disheartened,
the hunted animal
stops for a breath
knowing full well that
this is its last.

single-minded,
empowered,
the hunter
pauses for a smoke
knowing full well that
time adds to the excitement.

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