On The Blackwing

Stuck in some black swirled slipstream

Lost control and falling desperate

Through dull gray and muddled mind

Like a night Raven on the black wing

Looking long for shining things

Mean whispers in endless halls

Dark and shadowy

Stained and torn

Sick yellow light

At the door’s

Thresholds

I fear

With every step and on every way

No gain nor beckoned sympathy

For fortune sought, never gained

Like a night Raven on the black wing

Looking long for shining things

Come each heartbeat and breath

Struggle and sweat

Blamed and worn

Salt and panic

Weeping

I fall

Pain rings and sings a mortal song

Why effort on too steep a road?

Weary for every thwarted hope

Like a night Raven on the black wing

Looking long for shining things

Beaten, I spit the sour sting of bile

Worry and strife

Ache and torment

Stand and grit

Gnashing

Won’t quit

Break down the door uninvited

Regain what was and sorely lost

Loud demanding that morning sun

Like a night Raven on the black wing

Looking long for shinning things

Looking long for shiing things

Ken Lehnig: Sozzel The Jongleur