POETRY | ENCOURAGEMENT | SPIRITUALITY

You’re Never Alone In The Wilderness

There’s a vulture in this poem and it’s looking out for you

Photo by Peter Burdon on Unsplash

My stash is slowly waning — perfect
Yet I grasp hard — for crying out loud!
Delirious I see it orbit
Just one, but one’s an unwanted crowd

Its naked head bears downward,
Aimed right at me like a nuke
“Not your next meal,” I tell it
And thumbing my throat, I puke

Dizzyness turns to lightheadedness,
I quaff down my last misconception
How did it find me, what did I miss:
I planned my last day to perfection

Attracting death with my urge to roam
Through these wild woods; none comes out alive
Yet it rests close, a black garden gnome
I mount my old bike feeling lucid
The black bird’s energy glides me home.

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