Crows croaked a cacophony over the crowd

Their caws disheartening and loud

We are stuffed and cannot get out

we look to the crows to fly north or south.

To my left the lady falls

To my right a crow caws

above me there’s clouds

I check for the calm, and the crows are still loud.

The crows is moving, yet we’ve hit another wall

the crows are flying another way, we still follow their panicked caw

I’m holding on with nerves

those around me are falling and getting hurt

what do we do when we are all laid on the dirt?

it’s been days and i’m running with my eyes closed

i don’t care if i fall and break my nose

the crows still caw

yet this crowd has lessened

i open my eyes to check, and notice i’m the last one standing.

what was my goal?

to survive or just live?

where are the crows?

and the people who’d run and skip?

i stop running and take a look around

i see my thoughts in the clouds

and photos of me broken on the ground

my heart starts racing, and the crows get loud.

my eyes open again

i look around my room and it spins

the knot in my stomach is thick

i hold my stomach, my nerves made me sick.

i can still hear the crows

this time they say words, only ones i know.

it twists my stomach into knots

and i lay here, telling myself that i’m someone i’m not.

maybe i am? maybe my words are true?

i limp to my mirror, my mind answers my questions

“that’s you!”

it yells this 5 times, to each version my eyes create, none are familiar to me, i’m stuck like an inmate.

i’m staring into who should be me

who is she and why is it loud?

my eyes are searching, for a me i can’t see

what are the crows still crowing about?

my ears are ringing

my mind full of doubt

these crows are now singing

as i lay here lifeless on the ground.