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When we can't get beyond
What's left?

I've bled out.
You circle and swoop
a vulture with blood lust.

Your voracious smacking
has consumed my ears;
You've pecked my eyes
with relentless accusations;
Ripped my flesh with
boorish talk!

Ah, look around now.
You're alone.
The price you pay
is costly.

Go on groom
your prideful feathers.
Your squawks go unanswered.

was your aim, right?
Erecting barricades.


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Marja said...

oh I can feel the agression of the vulture. Great that you kept your poem blog Than I can still follow your great work.

KB said...

Will mail you soon xxx

MIke Kilgore said...

So THIS is where you're hiding! Tag you're it! Hope things are well with you, stop by my old blog-I actually posted something.

This blog is really great, lots of emotion in this work. Looks kinda theraputic?

Oh, if you need some more poetry, you may borrow "Beaver Bend " with proper attributes, of course!

Ashraf said...

Awesome...I cud sense the anger and helplessness in the words

Too gud


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