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Vampires
I am a vampire
I hunt in the night
for I am the unliving only knowing the world of the dammed
How I long for hope
I hunt in the night
oh! I wish I could help it! But I can’t
How I long for hope
if my dream of morality is unreachable then it’s hopeless and I am in anguish
oh! I wish I could help it! But I can’t
am I doomed to hunt at night and feed on the living?
if my dream of morality is unreachable then my life is hopeless and I am in anguish
and that is an anguish that I can not escape in night or day
am I doomed to hunt at night and feed on the living?
I am a vampire
and that is an anguish that I can not escape in night or day
for I am the unliving only knowing the world of the dammed
As you may have Noticed, this is a Pontoon.
Here I am and here I will Explode!
My problem is that vampire(s) is a subject that has been exploited, and it's difficult to make the subject seem fresh, or compelling.
I like the take on morality, and how that can lead to some interesting texture. But morality is based in choice, and doing the "right thing." You haven't shown us the morality of which you speak. You haven't presented us with the choices that comprise your dilemma.
I'll concede that poems are generalities, never touching the stuff of clouds, but whet appetites with dustings of promises to expose and expound on the vapor rising through nostrils exhaling clouds and dreams. But what you've chosen for your theme becomes an intregal part of the message; as such, it takes a talented hand to craft an original work from a trite subject.
The Cranesbill--a surprising pick by Emmet.