a worm bite it is as I take rounds around the walking path
of the garden where the mutts shout, reclaim their territory,
I get the notion to return back and open the empty pages
so to absorb their whiteness through my trembling fingers
as they begin to trot on their own accord, a voice found
some words to relinquish my thirst, my loquacious desires
.
“You look very much like a vampire,” a class mate says to me,
I make the gesture of biting my own wrist so that the blood
shall run free, and sniff the air of imaginative dreams
“Hello, unique,” a mate calls me out from the crowd
and I embrace his title for me, the uniqueness imbued in us all
struggling to sore out in the form of an image
to represent the remains that are left of me
.
how little I know my vanity, how much I know my individuality,
sins I create, sins I commit, I am pardoned by my justice
that stings like the worm bite and I caress it incredulously
.
Thank you so much for your support. I haven’t replied to your kind comments in my previous post but I have embraced your love and the beauty of your kind words.
This poem here is a part of a series of poems: “I am a vampire”. I have already written the second part as well. So, it is final that it would at least have two parts and if it happens to be so, I would like to continue further with it.
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