Respite in springtime's arms
O the scornful robin, its profane beak
spoke & let out a desperate shrill
For the death of Spring has revealed it's orb of Mystery before it even began
The maelstrom of emotions come to a crushing & crashing crescendo
As I lie awake in the candle light
Weathering the storms of life
One raindrops at a time
I enter the solitary season
Summer birds start returning for their balmy springtime paradise of renewal
For those too whose waverly wings stay
grounded; awaken with fresh eyes to see
Enclosed awaiting the North Star to guide my wayward eyes
From East to West an ocean's wall swells for me; cutting off safe passage
Awaiting truely angelic intervention, a pale inversion of blood flow persists
Trudge I North and South as I await the warmth of your body & your company
Mourning bird spin bleak spells in flight
Carrions croon at the stench of death
Picking at the exposed ribcage of mine
Hours away from imminent destruction
May the faceless raven lay upon my still beating heart
Buried alive inside a roomless tomb
Last breath as I call your name aloud
Frenzy in the mortuary
Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 4:10 AM UTC
Respite in springtime's arms
O the scornful robin, its profane beak
spoke & let out a desperate shrill
For the death of Spring has revealed it's orb of Mystery before it even began
The maelstrom of emotions come to a crushing & crashing crescendo
As I lie awake in the candle light
Weathering the storms of life
One raindrops at a time
I enter the solitary season
Summer birds start returning for their balmy springtime paradise of renewal
For those too whose waverly wings stay
grounded; awaken with fresh eyes to see
Enclosed awaiting the North Star to guide my wayward eyes
From East to West an ocean's wall swells for me; cutting off safe passage
Awaiting truely angelic intervention, a pale inversion of blood flow persists
Trudge I North and South as I await the warmth of your body & your company
Mourning bird spin bleak spells in flight
Carrions croon at the stench of death
Picking at the exposed ribcage of mine
Hours away from imminent destruction
May the faceless raven lay upon my still beating heart
Buried alive inside a roomless tomb
Last breath as I call your name aloud
Frenzy in the mortuary
blackcatpoetry 2026
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