James Grengs Poems

He falls to his knees,
Weak,
Bleeding.
-Nemesis-
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Cool air blows gently.
-He feels nothing,
Sees nothing,
Hears nothing.
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I burn.
Endless, in my ending.
I burn,
Chained,
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He has survived.
-Nemesis-
The dead hunter has fled.
He knows well what he has escaped.
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I never lied, when I told you that you completed me.
That, I think, is why I hurt so badly now.
I hurt because a part of me is missing.
Before I knew you,
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I thought I was talented,
Writing about vampires as much as I did.
In fact, I thought I could write poetry
About anything at all.
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The man lies in his armchair,
Ignorant.
Asleep, two dozen beer cans
Scattered about him
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The sun disappears beyond the horizon.
-I awake, the hunger alone in my mind-
My senses, without feeling, animalistic,
Alert me of fresh prey nearby.
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A stirring.
-Midnight-
The poppies cling to life
On two fresh graves.
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He finds the body of the old man,
Pale, as they all are,
Drained.
He shakes his head,
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