DEATH Poem: “Prey for us”, by Delaney Lyons

Circle of life, circle of death;
there is a bird of prey circling overhead.
My spirit circles the drain, I’m drained,
How much more is there to take?
I am no longer taken with Life,
She leaves my eyes,
and underlines them with circles.

The bird of prey eyes me and dives me, pecks me to death!
Swoops and scoops my soul they stole in their talons,
Falcon rips it to shreds!
and delivers it tattered to their master: Death.

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