The plight of the real vampire is apparent in this piece about loneliness and the need to seek out one’s own kind.
Have you ever awoken to find
You were dead inside
Adrift
In a sea of life
Wishing for but a sip of such bounty
Yet having no means to partake
Parched lips, unable to drink
A heavy yolk that’s yours alone
To whom else could you turn?
But those that float beside you
Also adrift
Clasping your hand with theirs
Together
We are not alone
This yolk not to burdensome
Together
We can learn
To survive
In the sea of life
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