On the chimney, there sits a lonely crow,
Calls to his friends, his mate, we do not know.
Pitch as black, opposite of pure white snow.
He calls, but eventually he must go.
Not to worry, or fret, or fear,
His friends are gone, but still are near,
Just out gathering seeds my dear.
But to the crow, that was not clear.
>ð|~@-@~|ð<
Move Arm!
MOVE!
Damn You! Sitting there,
numb, lifeless, mocking me.
Who is in control of this arm if it is not me?
I can still see you there, but you
wont move and you wont feel.
Come back to me Arm. Please…
>ð|~@-@~|ð<
>ð|~@-@~|ð<
I sat basking in the afternoon sun,
Eucalyptus trees, so majestic stood.
We enjoyed the sun, agreed it was fun.
Their bark is gone, but strong still is their wood.
Its leaves spread out and seemed to be happy.
They jostled for sun, but all found their way,
More of a party, they were all clappy,
Like worshipers of the sun, they did sway.
>ð|~@-@~|ð<
Gentle tugs of sleep
Eyes closed, dreams begin to come
Blissful slumbering
Head floating away
The waves of warmth call to me
Fall into deep sleep
Minds eye filled with dreams
Floating, Flying, so much Fun
My mind wondering
Adventures refresh>
My body reenergized
Rise with Morning Sun
>ð|~@-@~|ð<
A wave of fear flooded my soul.
Is this the end? No more life’s goal?
With my last breath, I express my love,
Look to heaven, to the snow white dove.
I close my eyes, which begin to tear,
Thoughts so panicked, frantic heart beating.
Struck down so young, for family I fear.
Cuddle me as I feel my life fleeting…
>ð|~@-@~|ð<
teddwebb 