Black Birds of My Mind

Things happen in youth that follow your life.

Dark black birds
wings flapping
in my mind where
you tread robbing
stealing me from me.

Dark black birds
wings flapping
talons sharp
tearing, gouging
flesh from my lonely self.

From unformed hearts
to hearts that are hard
you have been,
the black birds
in my mind

Will you turn
to colors learned
black twisted
stunted colors of hell

no trail of
crumbs have
been left
and yet
you are still in my sight
following me
without care
or thought of respite.