Vultures Circling
Ripples of pain weave circles round her
Memories sad and stark crucify her
Ugly and soiled scenes blur her vision
The whimper of aborted foetus deafens her
At night she encounters mindless phantoms
Vampires who come to suck her blood
Vultures circling to feed on her flesh raw
Tear her and hack her to shreds
Dribble spittle into her parched mouth
She seeks a shelter where she could fall asleep,
Breathing dark secrets into her crumpled pillow
When questions rise from all corners,
Putting her into a dreadful quandary,
She longs to hide in the remote corners of her self
And wash clean in her own tears,
Dousing the flame in their salinity
In a quickly darkening world,
She looks for a candle flame,
To make her ashen heart once more aflame.
When torn with the whiplash of life,
She longs for a balm to kiss away,
The sting of her reeking wounds.
From the throes of pain,
She resolves to walk into the calm-
Into the serenity of a day’s end,
Not to be a toy again
Fit for heartless rogues-
The circling vultures!
July.7. 2022
~ Placed First~
Pick-A-Title, Vol. 31 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Copyright © Valsa George | Year Posted 2022
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