i simply have no pride when it comes to my own bad poetry

i believe this to be written circa 1990 by yours truly, no need to be kind, just something i found as a sort of curiousity to myself, being so far away from it it poses a bit of mystery to me...and perhaps it did at the time as well.

Raven
to me you
might fly
after fragile day
singing
of lost souls
and beauty destroyed.
I will dream;
Traveling,
and dying.