The crow

This is a first time thing for me ( writing a poem that doesn't rhyme) Let me know what you all think

Oh bringer of death, why have you come?
I watch you silently through a small window
Eating a burger all the while
You turn to look at me, when you do, I begin to choke.
Oh bringer of death, why have you come?
Would I be choking had you not shown up?
Or are you the messenger of death?
You squawk at me, as I take my last dying breath
Almost as though you enjoy it
I fall to the ground
You fly in through the small window and land on my chest
As my eyes close, a last thought runs through my brain
Oh bringer of death, why have you come?

Reviews

[wordwarrior]

A haunting poem Mike. I think we all have an obsession with death now and again. Maybe it should make us appreciate more what we have, rather than what we don't.
But then again, life can be an almighty struggle and I think maybe death comes only when invited. Sometimes we send out half hearted invitations and get that rather deep and haunting image.
Enjoyed how our thoughts ran deep in this as with much of your writing.
Great stuff!

[MikeV]

Thank you! I'm really glad you enjoy my writing!

[annabellee]

I really liked the repeating questions in the poem. Great imagery, well written. I enjoyed reading it :)

[MikeV]

Thank you!

[annabellee]

you're most welcome :)