Thirst

Thirst -
         Dried - I am in the Desert
I stumble
          Dizzy from lack of moisture
I touch my face
          It is cracked
              Like a dried Lake Bed
Vultures circle
           Dark ominous shadows
Waiting
           Waiting
The sun rises
           Ever higher
I seek shelter
           In the shadows
The safety of the moon
           If I don't drink
Life's essence
           If I don't find the night
Then I am doomed
           I stumble
                 Fall in the glass like sand
I laugh
           Hysterically
How did I end up here?
           This fate - I do not understand
My eyes see red
           I know
I am dead
           When the hand reaches out to me
Takes me into his arms
            Into the safety of the Dark
I drink the life he offers
            I sleep
                      The sleep of the Dead
I wake
           At dusk
Alive
           Saved
And once again
           With him
I can live
           I can be brave

Reviews

[Eric Cox]

Very vivid imagery in this mysterious poem.

[Geralyn Miller]

Are you also a child of the Night?
Powerful, expressive.

[Ladysue]

this was awesomely done...wonderful imagery. good work...

[R J Askew]

We can't stand the torment and think there is no salvation, but there is ... and we slake our thirst

[Star Wolf]

Awesome vampire poem! I love this, its different.

[Wicahpi]

Oh I like this very much!!

[Jenny Nelson]

Indeed great imagery. Actually, this could be applied to real life. So many not vampires but the living dead or craving the cover of darkness. Great piece!

[Black Cat Fever]

Fantastic imagery in this vampire tale. Love the format too.

[Sean M. Addams]

I like the format of this piece alot... very chilling detail in this... i love the vultures circling line ... very cool piece !!!