Lonely Crow
The lonely crow caws
A caw that is unheard.
Head hanged down low
as time is moving slow.
Depression eating away at it
like maggots feeding on dead flesh of a lifeless corpse, or
lions tearing off pieces of a semi-alive gazelle.
Raindrops slide off of its smooth yet scarred beak.
It caws out, "I am tired.
My mind is restless."
For, its mind can do nothing else but confess.
Dearest crow,
you have let your depression travel too far
and led you to the nearest star.
You felt alone.
Hopeless.
Enervated.
Lost.
Powerless.
Sadness and anger has taken every breath and energy out of you.
Even if you are still not here,
Even if you thought nothing matters,
there was no song bird that never left their mark.
There was never such thing as a last song when you are truly one of best song birds.
Forever, may your songs always be heard.
Your dark, dirty feathers cannot hide you permanently.
For, in our hearts, you live for eternity.
-Snow that flutters down like feathers

Note: Hello my fellow readers, this poem is a tribute to Chester Bennington, also known as the singer for Linkin' Park, I grew up loving their songs and will miss him. He was a wonderful singer. Sadly, the only remnants we have of him are the songs he done before he passed away. He will always be loved, and it is a shame that depression had taken hold of him as many suffer from it. It is one of the worst things to happen to us as depression is like a ball and chain. Chester Bennington, you will always be remembered. May you rest in peace. Happy Reading.

R.I.P. Chester Bennington: March 20, 1976 - July 20, 2017