The Crows Poem by R. Ariffin

As I walked along the melancholic street
Below the streetlamp where shadows meet
I perceived a blackened perpetual spree
'Oh, the crows are crowding up the tree'

Eventful they were, as they constantly are
Twisting and breaking things near and far
I gawked at them and remembered you
And how you bended my heart black and blue

For love was just another coherent place
Where you stayed awhile then set it ablaze
But feelings were never good with me
So I left it to the crows and let them be


And as I continue my unkind journey
I swear I heard they cackle at me,
Cowering and feasting upon your misery
and upon my humiliated love lost tragedy