Wheatfield with Crows by Vincent Van Gogh (Poem)

howling in the distance



wind coming from every direction



daylight is long gone.



                  i am running.

i have been for as long

as i can remember.



i hit a fork in the road and

         stop for a second.

i blindly run straight as dozens

         of crows arise from the field.



there’s that howling again.

         but i can barely hear it over

         the deep pounding in my chest.



                  i am running.