those ravens, they tell me to get happy or else
but an empty smile is all they’ll get from me
they cannot possibly see
these hellish thorns inside of me
(scraping me raw)
my tired hollow bones
inside a mess of straw & meat
it’s so hard to be alive
so much easier to be dead
but neither thing seems to like me
look, i’m still here
scarecrow in a grain fed wind
tossed by amber waves
coasting in a lonely life
there’s no way out
those vultures, how can they understand
they say if i’m not happy then to get lost
don’t they realise i already am
by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2009
unbolt me 
I like how you changed the birds from raven to vultures. This is a powerful piece, I truly felt. Sending hugs!
(hope this is not a second comment… although I did change it. For some reason the first one I wrote did not get accepted?)
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Thank you, my friend, for the kind words! And an apology for the first comment as I either didn’t see it or it ended up in my spam folder (which I never check because we get so many)! I’m glad you persisted and wrote a second comment anyway. I really appreciate you taking the time to do that!
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