Crow For Thought Poem by Jacob Underwood
Crow For Thought
My days are numbered so little and so few I know
And I'm destined to never be able or worthy to grow
But I sit here wanting like a harvests famished crow
Just wishing I could go past my tripwires
When I don't even know what they are or where my dreams go to perspire
Calling my tears down to crack beneath the concrete surface as a liar
Tuesday, June 24, 2025
Topic(s) of this poem: fall
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