Blood bird

Exploited so many flesh clad vultures, sludging onward undeterred

I feel my blood boiling, from all the whispers I haven't heard

I cannot trust the wind that crosses us both, my track is my own

Trusting is for the weak

Parasites just want to feed

I have come to face my own reflection

Deep set eyes reflecting back, by all the inflicted sorrow 

I will not be bound

You can walk the opposite way before we even pass

there is nothing here for you

Trusting only made me weak

some people just want to see me bleed

Reviews

[Ruth]

There is insight here as well as the heaviness, trust is a gift and some people don't see that...enjoyed this piece x

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we are either very strong to trust or very weak, because we feel the trust is constantly played with and misused..

very dark words here, but wow, Wraith, you are so good at this kind of poem...
and that wind IS ever changing...that is for sure.

i wouldn't want to see you bleed, literally...but your pen bleeds magic.