Of Vultures and Dreams

Hunger is more than a burden...

…Seven years
of ambivalent breathing
holding a dull pencil
Trying 
to inscribe my feelings with 
the burden of a stone slab
on my weak lap…
The sun is already high
hunger is the boogeyman and the thirst 
I know
will be my vessel 
to meet the boatman
Vultures feast 
ravaging the gold
Leaving me within the bounds
of corroded steel and clouded skies
Drowning in waters where 
society 
thrives
Each wave chokes me
with the taste of their bile
I’m tired…
Home is nowhere
but in my heart
I know it’s 
somewhere
within that horizon…

“counting the stars within seven years of indefinite uncertainties is not enough to see a vision of their dreams coming to life…”

Mek
Dec08

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i see a poet here who just can't quite get the words on paper...and sees the vultures...wishes he or she had something penned...something to leave behind as proof that there were poems in the mind...that this person was a poet.

but the writing hand remains stone still...

and the vultures get closer.

[Mek & the Infinite Madness]

there are times that words can't reflect what is really behind the mind of the writer. thanks for the review.