Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by FoundAndLost1, May 7, 2006.

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  1. Vultures of my thoughts,
    how they sense I’m at the end
    but will not wait for me to die.
    In this living death there is no rest.
    They ambush me at night;
    I can feel the swoop of their wings
    circling, circling,
    not waiting to land
    but in whirling flight,
    picking at my vulnerability.
    They, already sated,
    but for no less abounding gluttony
    with so much weakness
    to devour with glee
    in this endless midnight hour,
    scavengers feast in madness
    upon my raw and tattered nerves,
    and on all my fleeting hopes
    of sleep...

  2. stoicinpanic

    stoicinpanic Member

    I really like this. Well done.
  3. Lowcorn

    Lowcorn Member

    is it ok if i save this onto my computer? also i wana send it to a friend of mine if thats cool with you.
  4. Thanks 'stoic' - dig your name (too close to home)

    And thanks 'lowcorn' for asking. I'm honoured...

  5. BrokenPieces

    BrokenPieces Well-Known Member

    this is how i have been feeling lately...

  6. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni


    Lovely, as always!:smile: Your words never fail you and they never fail to delight and amaze me!!:smile: :smile:


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