Prison Song, Dear Crows

I can’t swim in the ocean
nor a lake, nor a creek
(such absurdity)

I am wise enough, though,
to know the truth
about drowning
and I know how beautiful
the sharks may be.

I do not wish for drugs, nor death
to help numb my feelings
and make me quit thinking
about the deepness of this
Indescribable Darkness
which plagues me again.

I am chained to the bed
there is blood on my head
and I am screaming
quite effortlessly
but it’s fine.
(Just lovely)

I wonder what
the crows might caw
If I could prove to
these prison guards
that I am worthy
of breathing again.

Dear Crows,
Rescue me.

Love,
Me