One for sorrow – 2 October 2016

October 19, 2016 at 5:29 pm (Poetry) (, , , , , , )

He’ll always be my one for sorrow

My magpie, corvid, skulking black crow

In my mind I try to run

To hide, to move, to scream, to overcome

Instead I find this block immobile

It holds me back; a constant trial

One day my demon will be put to bed

But for now this magpie lives in my head.

Just getting words on paper. Not a good poem, but a needed one.


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