Pen on paper, 2017
Let The Vultures Come
by Jaundré M. van Breda
'We are different wounds without,
but we ache the same within,' she said.
She's never shed a tear.
I guess she's always been a sky shy of rain,
or a thirsty river.
The truth is her heart has become a red desert,
and her love is a carcass.
'Sometimes two different wounds
become one scar,' I told her,
trying not to relive the pain of knowing
we were never meant to be in the first place.
Damn! Another great poem! And the drawing, too. Love your work
Thank you. 🌹