That Night

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That Night

That Night...

Everything seems foggy still.

Those people in the park, where they real?

When I saw there souls beat, I began to thirst.

This strange feeling inside began to burst.

My flesh ran scorching hot.

Feelings of humanity felt to rot.

The urge to feed was over whelming.

Then I heard this screeching screaming.

Their souls bleed for us to feed, is all I could think.

The screaming stopped as I began to drink.

The sound of a gun rang out.

Before I hit the ground I woke up shaking about.

To this day I remember that night.

Sometimes I wonder did I really take that bite.

Willie Clyde Williams III

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drewking commented on That Night

01-20-2009

like this one...

When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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