Black Crow
Black is the crow that stalks my days.
Can see him even through the darkest of haze.
He flies from tree to tree, the only
one that notices me.
Why for me has he come?
I am invisible to everyone.
He taunts me with his haunting tone.
Reminding me that I am all alone.
I try to speak to him with my mind,
wanting to know, to me was he assigned?
A frown formed on my face, silently
hoping that he leaves this place.
An angry feeling he does instill.
I turn my back, but he flies closer still.
A sideways look he throws my way.
He whispers, numbered now
are your last days.
Black is the crow that stalks my days.
Can see him even through the darkest of haze.
He flies from tree to tree, the only
one that notices me.
Why for me has he come?
I am invisible to everyone.
He taunts me with his haunting tone.
Reminding me that I am all alone.
I try to speak to him with my mind,
wanting to know, to me was he assigned?
A frown formed on my face, silently
hoping that he leaves this place.
An angry feeling he does instill.
I turn my back, but he flies closer still.
A sideways look he throws my way.
He whispers, numbered now
are your last days.
Tammy Manikas (ML Poetry) resides in the great state of Michigan. She has been
writing since a young age, and has a high interest in music. Dreams of
one of her works being turned into a song to be enjoyed by many. You
can follow her at--https://www.facebook.com/MLPoetry.T.Manikas/
Thank you so much Karen for this wonderful opportunity, I appreciate it greatly.
ReplyDeleteDear Tammy,
ReplyDeleteThank you for this reflective poem.
Michael
Thank you for taking the time out to read it, I appreciate it.
DeleteTammy,
ReplyDeleteA great poem. I enjoyed it very much. Welcome to Whispers!
Your friend,
David Fox
Thanks you David I appreciate it.
DeleteA beautiful poem, haunting and reflective, luv it...
ReplyDeleteThank you Marie. I usually don't like the things I write, but I absolutely loved this one the moment I finished it and read it aloud.
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