A new poem, a new hope

In my room

In my room, I lie.

Listening to the blackbirds sigh

gazing upwards at

The hypnotic harvest moon sky,

see shadows swirling,

Like preying vultures up high,

Thinking how all it,

Could come to a bitter end,

Makes it all worthwhile.

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