The Vultures

Bleed me dry,

your needing swirls around me like a great fog.

Take my soul-coax it to the surface

then peel it off me slowly-like a wet piece of clothing.

I will die, flustered and drained on the hot pavement

I will lay, caught in a death storm while my convictions

spew from me like a great red river.

Will no one help me?

I cannot blame your hunger for flesh-

pick me clean, drink my knowledge and leave me there-

stuck in the moment before death

left to ponder over my mistakes for a thousand lifetimes

with each and every claw dug eternally into my sides.

I am yours for the taking.

Can I not give you some offering

to subdue your unrelenting appetite for me,

is there nothing that will quench your thirst for devastation?

I would plunge my dagger eagerly through my pink breast,

and past my full lungs and into my heavy heart,

I would awaken the ruby fountain within myself and re-route it's contents

into your hands, if only I knew it would satisfy you.

I would lay, content with watching my life climb from my chest,

and hover for moment before infusing with the breaking light of day,

if only I thought it would pacify you.

All pain would be fleeting-and all thoughts would fade to black

and then dissolve into sweet nothingness.

If only it would appease your insatiable wanting.

A greater gift you would never find-
but it seems that even my destruction does not fill your empty soul.

Reviews

[Craig]

I read your poem, Vultures. I thought it was really great. Its funny its harder to share poems that are about real life, which is often about death. We look to the angels but know the demons are out there. We act good and push away the dark. I wrote a dark poem for a contest. I will send it to you for review. I wrote mostly about love. I used to know it. I think. I lost...... Its hard to find know even though I pray for it. So I am sending you a poem about the darker side of life. The kind of poems you dont share. I wonder what you think 80)

[Delilah Dunn]

Raw and powerfully written. You, like myself, love to pour your emotions into ink and then onto paper as though no one would ever read it, and yet as if the whole world would see. Thank you for the great read.

[Moods]

...my destruction does not fill your soul...

Powerful words to summarize the issues you deal with in this piece. It is difficult to find common ground with someone who is out to hurt...

Well done.

S