The Vampires

The Vampires is a poem by Ruth Desjardins

The vampires

The world is full of vampires;

See them offer love –

A friendly hand to count on,

But they only want my blood.

Look at me, I’m bleeding;

And now the vampires come.


They speak of admiration –

Its only flattery.

A set up so I’ll trust them

And let them close to me;

But when the bleeding started

They couldn’t hide their glee.


I trusted them and loved them;

I never sought their pain;

Whenever I had seen them down,

I’d help them up again;

And smile when they were happy,

And celebrate their gain.


Oh god, my skin is crawling!

Let me out of here –

Let me get away somewhere!

Let me hide my tears!

Don’t let me satisfy their lust

As I have done for years.

About Author

Ruth Desjardins is a celebrated Canadian writer, born in Cobalt, Ontario, Canada.

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