forevermore [poetry]

Three black Crows

I think I saw a crow,
or two, or three
they stared, and laughed, and pecked
at me.
i'm pretty sure
I saw a bunch,
my sad, torn body
sure to be a lunch.
they came and came,
they won't stop flying
I run and run
they won't stop trying.

I see crows
four, five, maybe six
against blue sky
black intermixed
I see many,
and look behind,
black eyes and wings
against sun shined.
They covered the sun,
they covered the sky
until the had me
rendered blind.
I fell,
and felt the crows all peck
until there was nothing
not a speck.

my soul's still here
there, and then
no promises
i'll rise again.
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One of my favorite poems I've ever written.

"No promises, I'll rise again."

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