Bad Luck Birds
A blood-red owl and a pale white raven
Sit on my shoulder all through the night
The sun rises and they won’t let me be
The day, what now, I thought they’d leave with the light
Plague my mind
Ever and for still the night
Yet I dye easy as hearts always fall
Falling farther and I can’t make this right.
Little deaths are breaking me down
It’s killing me inside so I can’t hear the sound
Of her eyes calling me away
There’s nothing left to say, I can’t keep you around,
Toes curl at the owl’s screech in the night
The sun setting and I turn away
I can’t stand the sight
I just lost another day.
Copyright © Lacey Petty | Year Posted 2006
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
to post a comment