In the darkness that surrounds
There’s an alley abandoned
And a vampire that roams
He drinks blood from his victims
From brokenhearted women
He thinks that he’s saving them
From the pain of sour love
But he’s hurting them more
Because a love that is sour
Can become sweet at last
When a heart is open once more
To the possibility of a new beginning
And letting love in without restraint
Even if there is bitterness along the way
This poem was written July 17, 2018 from a word list prompt: darkness, fantasy, alley, vampire, blood.
