poetry picture challenge.

Why do you look at me that way, I’m not the one you seek?

Why these birds of death keep following me?

I didn’t mean to go through it; I just had enough of the hurt and pain

Did I not make it upstairs were the light beams so bright?

Have I been cast out from the heavenly skies?

Why thou have not given me a chance to explain?

I was sad and alone felt nobody cared.

I didn’t want it to end this way, just wanted someone to hear my cries during the night.

These birds of sorrow are now at my dispose.

I shall fly with them through the darkest of nights.l_f3995923c56f4a0ebc3ab92b04d54ecf

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