i was the bird in your eyes
as the sky opened up
and the qualms of dying alone
just weren't enough
the crowd sung in sour notes
until their beautiful caws collapsed
into mountains of music
blessed in the moonbeams
a dance in the effervescent
slowly rescinding their ways
until not much is left
in the solace of the day
the wolves of sanity came running
out from their muted shambles
into the night's remorse
as one gentle tear reflects their eyes
YOU ARE READING
if not human
Poetrythe anthology of emotion, the passing of life, the epilogue of pure, unfiltered regret this is "if not human" poems, prose and stories from the dark
