I remember sitting here in fear, wondering why the crows were following me.
The detachment from my soul had led me to believe these monstrosities.
The sleepless nights I would jump up with shakes,
The constant pretending to be happy left my mind in a state.
Frequent battles to stop my mind from thinking, was like a windy day and not blinking.
Just sitting in the same place, looking out the same window reminiscing.
-D. Edwards | www.pain2poetry.com