My heart broke one day
When the crows came
You wont find me here
Where I once stood
On the front porch
To face the onslaught
Ready for what ere' the world may bring
Now confined to the closet
Within the den
A place prepared with no room to bend
Not even for the slightest itch
Nothing to provide for the bold
And the crows stand nearby
Pecking the berries from the ground
Every last one, bone dry
They were supposed to be mine.
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