The Hunt

Age ten,
I ran from him.
Scared out of my mind, not knowing what to do.
I ran so far, I ran from you.
But you followed me, and broke down my door.
It seems running from you, will always be a chore.
Age twelve,
The arts of stealing, I have delved.
I've grown used to his games, I know how he plays.
He'll chase me all around the world, it's just a big maze.
I've given up on trying to tell others, they all think it's a lie.
Sometimes, this horrible chase makes me want to die.
Age fifteen,
In the night, I'm constantly shifting.
I've learned his game, I've changed the rules.
I've grown up now, I didn't get to choose.
I stand alone, waiting for him to make his move.
It's my turn, I have a lot to prove.
Age eighteen,
There isn't a thing I haven't seen.
I've traveled the world, searching for him.
I pray that this is the final chapter, this is the end.
Now, he runs from me, not the other way around.
He's on the run, moving from town to town.
Age twenty,
I found him, I found Lenny.
Because of him, I am a hunter.
Because of him, I am poised to kill as I saunter.
I drove my knife, deep in his chest.
Now, I am at rest.