The Black BirdA black bird opens his wings,and tries to flutter into the sky.But there's no windto carry him.People never thinkthat one minuet they can be perfectly fine, and in a split second,be passed out on the hard floorwith barely any chanceof actually surviving.he looks up at the skyin desperate search of happiness.But no light penitratesthrough the dense cloud.People are dieing every day.But no one ever cares.They think,"I don't know them;they have nothing to do with me."But everyone counts.Even if you barely know them.The black bird sits on a branchand silently calls.But no one is there to listen.
J.