The Vampire Hospital
Burgundy was the sky as the sun set
With streaks of purple in the horizon
City lights grew bright and the cars
began to sound like locomotives
Steam rose from grates and a Gothic
atmosphere descended
Smoke stain misery scraped my hope for peace
Nostalgia gripped my neck as I invoked a time
I fell or may have been thrown
From a nest of scarlet love
All I have ever known
Fell hard from above
Caution in the wind, I hurled myself with it
Landing in waters evermore troubled and darkened
Swirling deeply and seeing bloodletting
I cried and the tears fermented
I spirited to a dark avenue where a red bottle was set
My hungry eyes perceived it as blood
I would need it to stay alive for death encircled
I threw the empty bottle
Against the wall in the alley
Making my own Death Valley
Driving me to walk to oblivion
I began to run
To flee in the vain endeavor
To escape the pain from the stake in my heart
But, I will live forever
I drink more bloodwine, but then I find myself
Inexorably in the vampire hospital
Treated for septicemia
Then I sleep until the sun goes
I sleep until I rise again
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Comments
This is friggin' Brilliant stuff MICHAEL!!.....the perfect word choices being molded into phrases that create this 'otherworldly' feel & tone to this BEAUTIFULLY delivered piece....your imagery is fascinating and leaves the reader wanting more of it......truly creative narrative poetry my friend!!......ALL STARS & PINNED!!...so glad I caught this !!......T xo ?❤
Thank you so much Tony! Your feedback means a lot, as always. This piece is of course about 'excess'. Living on the edge and not caring about anything. Until you finally hit the bottom and sort of crawl to the nearest hospital. Sleep finally comes at sunrise and when it sets it's time to head out. And sate that thirst. This is a story I've been working on for years actually and I'm gonna finish it at some point. Writer's block sucks doesn't it. So, again thank you for your compliments, your stars and pin. Peace, brother poet!