I am the crow
In a grave
Dark world,
A soul in plight
Black as night,
Forced to soar
In a dying light,
On weary wings
And failing sight,
Yet made suffer
Endless flights,
Looking for path
To freedom I seek,
While agony looms
In this wasting meek,
Who’ll suffer hell
Or fly with the devil
For a ray of light,
That shows the way
To end this journey
In the dead of night!
Ever gently
Reaching to soothe,
The pain’s excess,
Eager her touch
Allays his agony,
To so delay
A waning breath,
That will not stay
Life’s cruel erosion,
Beyond the day,
While once more
Yet grasp he may,
Beyond fate’s reach,
‘Tis far too close
To death’s approach,
For destiny’s concede
Of one more breath,
Tho but to say goodbye!
ode to a young father
and younger mother,
when life was shorter…
Poetry on a Canapé 