mourning crowsA Poem by saraits my first time writing for this site. I hope you feel the poem.No! Daddy no! Not again, please! not again! Why must you drink that vile stuff? Why must you always give into the alcoholic seductress? That flaunts her smells and her looks Why must you look at me like I'm the seductress? When in truth i have no wish to be, Why cant your touch be out of love for your daughter Instead of out of lust for some woman? Why cant you hear my cries? The cries that mingle and match the black mourning crows The ones that sit in the graveyard. Perhaps we both are lamenting the same thing Perhpas they had fathers too Perhaps its my time To shed my wings and fly With the mourning crows © 2008 saraFeatured Review
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9 Reviews Added on May 20, 2008 Last Updated on October 29, 2008 Authorsaraclifton, NJAboutright these mini bio things always come out awkward on my end so lets get it over with im sara, almost 17 and a highschool senior i love escaping into a good book (or even a semi good book) running .. more..Writing
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