A bird of darkness

Has come to rest

Within my chest

He perches on my heart

Pinching me with talons sharp

And conquering

With one black feathered flag

I saw him sailing in 

And circling for

Landing

I tried to wave him off

I made all sorts of flapping

Clapping

Shooing

Shouting

Crazy like a scarecrow

Moves

To chase this dour fellow

From my day

But he is resolute

And clings to me

For morbid company

And rudely

Overstays   

Sara Mathews     September 2015