I’ve spent years longing for an end, A little kiss of death.
How about a little taste of hell?
I wanted to cleanse my soul,
let the devil feed on my remains,
My heart, my lungs, my forsaken touched body. A messenger of hell.
A Raven.
It set on my windowsill
We exchanged looks like I was
Edgar Allan Poe,
And the raven was about to quote
“nevermore”.
The Raven had already tapped my window, Once,
twice, three times now.
Third time is a charm they said,
Maybe it will all be gone now.
With every tap, my mind was ready to stop, To die, to find an
end.

I was awoken by another tap at my window.
My eyes had widened at the beautiful red chested ray of hope that was at my windowsill. I saw the beautiful creature and I was able to breathe, oh, I have never been happier to breathe.
My body had a sense of renewal, And that was all I needed. Something that brought me back,
A Robin,
Had set a nest on the tree across my window,
I watched as he, who I consider to be mine, Approach my window and stand under that tree. The Robin now looking down on him, looking up on me.
The Robin, now rests above him, Nested like a crown on a king’s head.