Just tired & rambling really
I don't think it really makes sense.

~L.~


Raven Comfort Lost



In comfort of Ravens down I softly lay
protected from my darkness within their feathered black,
chest held aloft by bloodied beaks,
not feeling pain just a tickle where blood should flow,

Their cawing a soothing lullaby viciously blocking
away hurt, like wolves hunting trapped prey,
Raven flock fly me away from the judging sun
hide me in your lofty green caves of night


Comforting Ravens don't fly from me
your black is what keeps me alive
An echoing caw is their lonely goodbye.

20/06/09








Poetry by liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2009-06-19 at 18:07

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