Raven,
Your dark feathers amaze me,
Your eyes piercing my soul,
reading and seeing my every thought I have
about you.
You amaze me with your intelligence
Your beauty goes deeper than your skin
Seeping into your soul,
but sometimes it spills from your eyes,
forming rivers of tears as you cry.
Please don't cry my baby bird,
Please don't cry my baby bird.
YOU ARE READING
In The Mind of Depression
PoetryA "book" full of poems, from a depressed child. These poems are just sincere words and do not (and will not) always make sense, so I antecedently apologize.