Crow

Today, I saw a crow.
I came home in tears.
My heart now has a hole,
And unforgettable fears.

Today, I saw a crow.
I know what this means.
Something I learned long ago.
It's the usual routine.

Another person gone.
Another funeral to attend.
More tears to shed,
Another life lost, to this horrible trend.

What's horrible is I've gotten used to it.
Used to the fates of Death.
Used to crying and praying.
Used to hearing of their last breath.

I'm used to the questioning of Him.
Yet, I 'm used to visiting His house.
I'm used to wearing black,
And the dark days under His roof.

I'm not a hypocrite.
Just waiting for the sun to shine.
But for now, I'll prepare my outfit.
And hide under the moonshine.