![]() Nocturnal WanderingA Poem by Tina Kline![]() A vampire poem.![]() Somewhere in I existed as Nomad Hiding in different eclipses Being nondescript A non entity I was night loving Relishing my concealment My isolation There was no pain No one bothered me It became mandatory It became compulsory I disappeared in the damp Steaming jungles Of Here I was happy Here I was safe Yet sometimes sad For I had no companion I had no one to love Just my disfigurement My mutilations My lacerations My blood spilled in The earth crimson with my tears I was mauled - I was mangled Yet in a love triangle I’d rather be tangled Yet I hid in the shadows I came out only in the light of the moon My search for love For acceptance My search for a Night Citizen Like myself Across the landscape of I only had to keep looking Someone who can understand My verbal hieroglyphics That person - that individual - if he so desired Would be my mate Would be my man © 2010 Tina KlineFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorTina KlineORAboutWhen Venus gets too close catfish have been known to come up out of the water onto the shore, feed awhile, then go back in. It's business as usual in the Apocalypse. And business is very good right.. more..Writing
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