Black bird shadowing
My every step
Its monstrous shadow
Stretching out ahead
Black bird hovering
Above my head at night
Building a nest in my skull
To rest from its flight
I was its subject
For far too long
Until I looked up
And saw something was wrong
Its shadow did not match
Its skeletal frame
And the screech that it made
Was to hide that it was tame
So I grabbed that bird
And throttled it by the throat
And watched as my fears
Began to choke
And a weight lifted
All of a sudden, from my mind
And I realised that now
It was I, who could fly
Black Bird


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