Black Feather

The black crow feels my sorrow

Flapping it's wings toward tomorrow

Wondering if it will ever end

Just for it to forever begin again

Seeing the sun and feeling no warmth

Looking at flowers and seeing just weeds

Hearing their tiny friends the bees

Makes you wonder if in this life

Will anyone see the real me

My mind as deep as the sea

Letting my creativeness run free

You are you and I am me 

Author's Note

No one can do you better that you