The haunting tragedy, a relentless turmoil engulfs my thoughts,
The weight of confusion spinning endlessly in my weary head.
Searching desperately for answers, I've been questioning the very essence of "why,"
Seeking solace behind the grained windows of my once-harmonious, now-scattered house.
A heartache lingers as I find myself dwelling in a home that feels incomplete,
For without you, it no longer exudes the warmth and comfort it once held.
A black bird, an enigmatic presence, circles around my dwelling,
Its presence is strangely familiar, yet its behavior seems deranged and intrusive.
I implore the unsettling bird not to peer into the depths of my abode,
For within these walls, I've begun to close off my world, drawing curtains and shutting windows.
Yet, despite my attempts at isolation, the persistent bird persists in peering inside,
Its unwavering gaze leaves me pondering, questioning the purpose behind its watchful eyes.
Reflecting upon the past, I come to realize the resemblance between myself and the bird,
Both of us seemingly trapped in our own closed boxes, isolated from the outside world.
But now, I yearn for liberation from confinement, from the shadows of the past,
Longing to break free and embrace the openness, to breathe life anew and begin a journey of healing.
