The thoughts crowd me Scratch at my mind, A thousand crows fly around It rains black, Feathers float down In slow motion like snow Each different, unique, They continue to fall. My mind confused the feathers Bloat out light of thought Confusion, Disorientation, Am I losing my mind I see a mirror dive though Serine, Calm, Like after a storm, The thoughts that scratched Now flown away, All that is left is a single feather, A reminder that thoughts Can claw, scratch at your mind Consume you in darkness, But wash it away, And all that is left is you and a clam mind.