There is no instruction book.
One minute you are Mr ordinary,
ambling through your day without a care,
the next minute your whole world is shook
and you have a newly acquired thirst for blood.
No-one gives advice,
there isn't a phone line one can call,
or if there is it's only available in office hours,
when my beauty sleep falls.
It's hard being a vampire,
especially when learning the ropes.
How are you supposed to cope?
With the pain of fangs ripping gums,
without a dental plan or medication,
and these things take a long time to learn.
First few times I bit my tongue,
you don't instantly know
how to make them grow,
It's an instinct
but it takes time to show.
You see there isn't a self-help guide
on dealing with your blood sucking side.
It's all trial and error.
I was walking the other night
and I stumbled on a cracked paving slab.
(Remind me to write a letter to the council please)
Before I knew it I was falling to my knees.
I put my arms out to catch me,
only not arms do I see.
but wings.
I'd become a bat
of all bloody things.
Now this is not a complaint,
I just wish I'd known in advance,
I'd spent a lot of money on taxis,
when I could have just flown the distance.
You see, there isn't an instruction book
or a YouTube guide, no website to scroll
or a man I can hire.
So now I'm stuck in this form,
just flapping my wings
because I have no idea
how to reverse things.
No one told me,
how to become a bat,
it just happened by chance
and now
I can't seem to turn back.
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