CRY

Here’s my most recent poem that I’ve written. You’ll have to use your imagination, who is the girl? Who is the mysterious messenger? Is it really a bird or is it just a metaphor? To be honest I don’t even know what the answer to any of these questions are, but I do know that they can be anything you want them to be.

Here it is:

CRY

Young girl, you know not I,
but I will hear your cry.

I have come to give you word,
of an evil, cunning bird,
who swoops down from the sky,
that’s when I’ll hear you cry.

If you listen to the knowledge and the wisdom in my eye,
then I will guarantee I will completely satisfy.

So run away, away I say,
safe from harm and danger, I pray.

So keep your nerves of steel
and you’ll be safe, I know you will.