the lament of blackbirds

 
my sadness peaks in the internal storms
resting in my sanctuary of doubt
with the belief I am safe from the chaotic feelings

hunkered down behind the strongest walls
A strangled scream is ripped from my soul
as I see faces in the window
people I care for vanishing

It is time to close down
and yet my soul chooses to linger
haunting a place that knows me well
it's halls my sacred place

my forlorn demons look to me
We are once again homeless
blackbirds of the host picking at carrion
taking flight to land where we know not