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