"VAMPIRES" A POEM WRITTEN BY GLADYS MBILLA

In the kingdom of a known empire,
Seasons go and seasons come
Just like nights come and as days do,
And wears down life like a faded attire,
At night falls, fear grips, anxiety of the unknown,
Dawns on the souls as they sleep and snore,
Sneer and growl, encounters, with the long gone,
At the suns of men in the happy hour of dawn.

At split of day and of night,
You hear them growl like bulldogs,
Calling out on their leader knights
At the centre of the square logs,
To play fair is foul and foul is fair,
At best of times, the worst of times,
They are spiritual carnivores, who grip, grab and tear
Into devastating loneliness, soul homelessness,
And debilitating hopelessness for the soul to seldom bear,
And make you a mere body, a living dead.

They sit with you and they talk with you,
As though they really care about you,
Cry more, sweet talk, into traveling your secrets to them, by you,
Then they capture to relay to their knight
During the absence of me and you,
They are wolves in human skins.
When they mingled be, one thinks them of a usual kin.
They are the yeast of bread
That cause quarrels to bloat for everyone to see.

Like vampires, they feast on the blood of the human soul,
They are like venoms of vipers
Slowly, silently sucking and poisoning
The souls, the hearts and the beings of man,
Be watchful for they are like the flea
That first will suck thee as it formally did me.

Written by:
Mbilla Gladys Alasid

allasid.mbilla@gmail.com