The Call of Crows

I have stopped listening

to our songs without truth

which hung for too long

on clothesline of despair

beyond my halting reach,

hidden among bruises

of empty promises.

Death rattle stilled

my faltering heart

in your barren place.

Penetrating dagger

slew my hollow chest

as I moaned and stared

at bottomless destiny.

I grabbed fistfuls of

my shattered pieces

and ran parallel

to your lightning strikes

out of your dark grasp.

I broke my silence

to be heard

above the call

of crows.

Tears glistened

on my stitched face

as I turned my back

on you, fleeing

toward the moon.