Dark Times by Rosemary J. Gwaltney
Vultures are circling in boiling purple Seattle clouds
Over the King County Jail.
Huge, black birds of prey in deadly deliberate,
Ever-tightening orbits, glaring down.
Biding their time, drooling with desire,
Clenching their talons,
Ready for the devouring of flesh
After the kill.
They can hardly wait,
Their hunger is so great.
Their passion for dead flesh so overpowering.
The strong dark wings throw shadows down
Over fearful eyes gazing upward.
Sharp, jabbing beaks open,
Blowing evil breath in horrified faces.
And vile yellow eyes are blinding spotlights
Designed to obliterate all hope.
Over the King County Jail.
Huge, black birds of prey in deadly deliberate,
Ever-tightening orbits, glaring down.
Biding their time, drooling with desire,
Clenching their talons,
Ready for the devouring of flesh
After the kill.
They can hardly wait,
Their hunger is so great.
Their passion for dead flesh so overpowering.
The strong dark wings throw shadows down
Over fearful eyes gazing upward.
Sharp, jabbing beaks open,
Blowing evil breath in horrified faces.
And vile yellow eyes are blinding spotlights
Designed to obliterate all hope.
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This poem screams from my life experiences, pleading to be shared.
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Says much about he author, I understand the dark side and have written some myself that reflct the dark hidden side that screams to be set free. Much vision, good imaging. I like it. - Sherry |
