The Crow

January 27, 2010
The crow lives inside me.
I am a dark and mysterious creature.
I wonder through the dark sky and look below.
I see a woman crying about her dead child.
I want to go to her, but I can’t.
She will scream.
That is the sound I hear.
I wish I could touch her with my feathers.

I fly to another city.
A man is killing animals.
I want to hurt that man.
I fly down and pinch his ear.
I feel better, but I am still depressed.

I pretend we live in a peaceful world.
I try to see this world, but I can’t.
I only see destruction.
I worry we will live in this world forever.
I understand this is terrible, but can’t we change this?
I will make a change.

I sing happy tunes.
The sky turns blue.
The child and animals are alive again.
I hope it will stay this way.
I fly away with a smile.

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Old School said...
Feb. 8, 2010 at 11:32 am
Oh Yeah I feel this poem. It speaks to me!!
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