Dark Dream
Dim dreamscape
Dismal
Cold
Dark skeletal trees
Crows peering down
From a starless sky
Your face appears
Your eyes seem sad
Yet
You keep looking at me
Aloofly
Pitilessly
Perhaps disdainfully even
Coal black icicles
Beneath your eyes
Frozen tears?
And then
The stark dark realization
I am looking at the mirror
In my soul
Those frozen tears
Are not from your eyes
But from mine
My heart melts with sorrow
The light goes out
And with it hope
I am not feeding the crows anymore
For there’s nothing left of me
© Regis Auffray
Rebecca
We are what we see in the mirror, although the mirror is not always our friend.
Walt
Ron
Love ya!
Jane
The way the entire world is looking dark,
even the very crows may soon get confuse.
Nonetheless a nice poem and photo,
thanks for sharing, Regis!
Many say that the Crow, or Rook, or Raven,
Is the Smartest of Birds ...
Mayhaps the Crow Knows ?
Forsooth ???
😎😜😎