They are all parts of me

And I told them to not peak,
My colossal soul,
But the vultures were determined,
Staring with beady black eyes,
For fearful prey and unwanted guise,
They waited for me to break or crack an opening,
Since they craved to devour my essence,
And rule my mind with their presence.

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741