Vultures
The mistakes of our past,
Circle us like vultures;
Waiting for the wounds
to become infected and fester,
for the toxicity to slowly,
kill us.
As we fall on our backs
staring at shadows,
float across the sun.
Eyes close,
then,
nothing.
Copyright © Charles Pullen | Year Posted 2016
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