Yet Another

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by nunyabizness, Jan 17, 2007.

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  1. nunyabizness

    nunyabizness Member

    Its so cold
    i tear at the ice on the windows
    to see if anyone is about
    but to my suprise
    no one is among us.
    Feeling so inferior
    i open the door and peer outside

    the grass is gray
    the vultures in the trees look at me
    their hollow eyes so revealing

    waiting to tear my flesh
    they sit eager to fly

    they can smell my warm blood
    my tender flesh
    but until i'm dead
    they must wait

    patient creatures they are

    02/09/2002 02:39AM
     
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