The vultures hoped for a death
As the snow filled the road
And I
Standing by
Watching it unfold
Dare I contribute to their happiness?
Dare I provide them with their next meal?
The vultures remained hungry
We could not close the deal
Tag: words
Vultures
The vultures were hunted down
No one left to clean up the dead
Bodies filled the ground
Blood hasn’t dried yet
No one left to grieve
To pray
Or to mend
The heart that was broken
Right before the end
Fair
I come from a land with skies
So clear
Sands vast
Where no shadow can last
I come from a land that begs for clouds
For rain
Yet here I am
Half a world away
Sitting
Watching
Yet another rainy day
While my lands
Die of thirst
Irony of this unbalanced curse
Dam
He said
My words
Are not truly mine
I don’t feel the inspiration all the time
Like a river that has run dry
My fruits die
And I
Wait for the dam
To break loose
I ask him
Why
Does he continue to rely
On others to tear down the block
He looks at me with a shock
He realizes
He’s had the tools all along
Feeling empowered and strong
He breaks the barriers
And writes a new song
Decide
We were strangers
Until
We decided
Not to be
Stranger Paths 