Crow

 like that lone crow

which sometimes descends 

on my balcony railing 

and punctures the silence

with harsh cries 

darkness too has come calling

I can feel the heavy flapping
of dark wings in my chest
and know like the crow
 it has come
to sit awhile and converse

and this time I have promised
to hold it close
and listen to the torment
that cracks its voice
this time I will not turn it away
for I know that voice is mine.

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