A Short Conversation With Crow.

“I think you forget;
I am ‘Death on Wings.’
Isn’t that your little nickname for me?
I screech your end

and over,
until you die
I rip away all that is unnecessary
and when I blind you
it is only so that you can see

“But why does it hurt so much?”

“Because you are still very much alive my Dear,
your tears prove it.”


3 thoughts on “A Short Conversation With Crow.

  1. I feel you on the pocket book woes, just had to put 4 new tires on my suv because the old ones were dry rotted, and one blew while on the way to my dance class. I also just found out I have to move in January instead of June which threw a big wrench in the plans for Yule.

  2. Regarding your last two poems, yes i guess pain and tears are better than feeling nothing at all. I have a deteriorating neuro condition and the daily struggle to keep going is for what joy and beauty tomorrow may bring.

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