
Poetry: Grey
Out of the Sandbox July 9, 2016By Evan Malki
Far beyond your gaze
Lies a creature
Masked by a haze
Of nondescript features
It reaches out with a plea
Left unanswered
Its sadness deeper than the sea
Corrupting it like a cancer
This is life’s bane
Far beyond the sight of ye
The pain
Which thee cannot see
The crow
Is the cause
The source of its woe
Raked by its dark claws
Someday, the crow will leave
Unconcerned, it flies away
Leaving the creature to grieve
And to die where it lay
In that moment
Its humanity severed
It lay broken
Touched by the crow’s feather
The creature changed
Different than before
Turned deranged
Now evil at its core
The creature turned
And became its transgressor
One of the spurned
And a bird of the same feather
Now akin
To those it once hated
A shell of what it once had been
It’s true self desecrated
But you can still be rescued
It isn’t too late
You can still find refuge
If you discard your hate
Heave!
Push with all of your might.
Cleave!
Tear yourself from the spite.
That is the key
To ending the darkness in your heart
Set yourself free
And let your malice depart
Fight with your courage
That could rip land asunder
It is a new age
Now resound with a cry like thunder
What once was filled with woe
Is now replaced with love
What was once a crow
Is now a dove.