the raven

It goes around in a vast sea of misfortune, looking for where to seattle in, goes over a river of tears, feeding on the deception of life, it can't spread wings because its not wanted nowhere, no place to call home, in the mystery of the night lurking in the shadow crying out loud, in days rejected, unwanted, not understood by its own flock, playing game pretending to fit in, stigmatized by other species, hiding in dead trees wanting peace, the raven wanting to be something other than what it is but always remains the dark bird in an open sky ....