The crow The midnight flying The day time waning The old farmer waiting The little glowing eyes of black midnight looking down and glaring angry stares tonight it makes me bit nervous like snakes fighting in my gut.Those stars keep on glaring. Keeping those snakes squiggling. That crow keeps cawing I feel the night circling trapping me in an invisible cell I feel as if I am veiwing hell from far away down a long hall Damn these stars damn the farmer and the crow I feel so far away right now I take the object in my hand and pull open the door The corn blows in this midnight wind I rush out toward the crow It flies away I rush toward the corn I stop the wind that blows I put the farmer down to sleep. the boards under my feet creak Heal the wounds break the chains and the slave is set free The air of freedom is on my face I am now free
Reason for writing:
yadda
Birth sign: Leo
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