Black Crows

black crows peck at my corpse

skeletonized remains alone and forgotten

struggling to wash pure with gallons of tears

memories branded and seared into breast

hollow throbbing bones collapsing in ruins

black crows peck at my corpse

dissolving into puddles of rancid death

unfolded particles of grief and sorrow

trudging paths of sharpened pain

digging into wounds, praying you’ll hear

black crows peck at my corpse

my feelings packed beyond last door

unraveled like a threadbare sweater

neglected and held in contempt

erased from deep depths of darkness

black crows peck at my corpse

abandoned and invisible in my corner

fading into grey world of oblivion

tiptoeing on silent padded feet, as I

pull blade of scorn from bleeding chest.

black crows peck at my corpse

“I am still here!” I scream

begging you to blow air into lungs

so I can inhale your essence

but I plod on, lost and alone.