The Vultures, they circle

by Mark Hopwood   Jun 22, 2023


I lay here, naked,
Bedcover down at my feet,
Curtains closed, sweating,
Drowning in the heat.
Intrusive thoughts swoop over me,
Like vultures circling their pray,
Waiting to rip me open with their beaks,
Here they come and here they stay.

Where is a hunter with a gun?
To blow these demons away,
Please aim well and shoot them down,
So peacefully I may lay.

All I want, all I need is sleep,
Please mind, leave me alone,
Why do you hate me so much?
I'm meant to be your home,
Why can't we live in harmony,
My mind, my body and soul,
I always fight against myself,
Eating right down to the bone.

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  • 10 months ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    This was such a visceral and haunting piece, and something I relate to in terms of fighting against one's self. We desperately want peace, for our minds to grant us reprieve. Wanting to live in harmony is such a strong desire, to be rid of the self-hatred and the mental anguish that often feels insurmountable. I think it takes a lot of time and grace with ourselves to be able to find ways we can exist with all those parts of us, with some gentleness and self-compassion too. Thanks for sharing.

    • 10 months ago

      by Mark Hopwood

      Thanks, I've not written for a long time, now I'm going through notepads, endless writing, just getting things down, trying to process them and devise a plan to survive and thrive. What are words for if not for honesty eh? Thank you for the comment, for a moment I wasn't alone, someone connected. So either I am human, or you're an alien too, lol. Hope you're an alien cos humanity is a bit crap eh. Take care and enjoy your writing and piano ;)

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