The vultures they circle

by Mark, Hopewould   May 3, 2026


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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