Something so dark

Living inside

  sinking...

   all my might

When nothing

Is weaker

Than a river

In  winter

I can’t tell

Which way

Is back home

When the

Whisper of the

Wind sings me

To sleep

Let only the

Dreams in

For nightmares

Have been

The only thing

I can dream of

-

Take a turn for

  The dead roses

That lay in my palm

Catch flame

from the fire

ignite

my

black  soul

a crow,

  i trust, to hold

my secrets.