I Might Be A Crow

Awake during the day, midnight black
crows chatter incessantly,
on a platform of generations
that hope for a destinations of beauty, though fleeting.

Human insecurity, masked, purposefully
they ignore the crow, left to wallow
in self pity – the sun irritates a gloomy mood.

I might be a crow too –
performing expected motions of the day,
over looked, I long for the silence of night,

When a solution may appear,
and finally, I might feel comfortable
with the crows.

– L.J. Lenehan –



Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s