VulturesA Poem by Daniel Scotty Roz
In light or in darkness, vultures don't starve while staring down at fallen comrade's carcasses.
But what are friends worth when trying to fill your belt's girth. And what's the definition of honesty when those scheming fiends are cursed with incurable gluttony. So they'd circle around the rotting flesh, swoop down and dig their sharp beaks into your chest. They'd claw at your intestines and haul your corpse around in mud to disgrace you even further. In tears of joy they'd devour you then perch on crooked branches, only to release what they've digested on top of you. Then when blinds become unfolded and a trace of their shadows lurk you tell them you knew. They look at each other and laugh at you, those heartless smirks on their two faces. Your sensitivity cannot soar higher than hungry vultures seeking their prey. Locked to land you run and run, but can never get away. Fight as you may the beasts turn you to recklessness, resulting in unthinkable catastrophes. Here you are, your last stand, trapped and surrounded by these creatures. Your only escape being the depth of the seas. Chained by fate you drown yourself...The chase and deceit had resulted in a righteous calamity. © 2013 Daniel Scotty RozReviews
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3 Reviews Added on December 3, 2013 Last Updated on December 3, 2013 AuthorDaniel Scotty RozClark, NJAboutFreelance graphic designer also interested in poetry and spoken word. more..Writing
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