Reality of Hope

Gorgeous visualizations coming from this poem here. One technical error:

They thought that could steal that tear before it dropped into her palm

Is this perhaps supposed to be "They thought that they could steal that tear. . ."? If so, though, that causes an irritating unintentionally alliterative "th" sound, so maybe you should just stick with "they thought they".

A similar case of repetitive word choice is found in these two lines:

Big black ugly things, that looked like death,
Looking for brilliance just like us.

Maybe instead you can try "searching for brilliance"? (Lovely line, by the way.)

Hm... those are the only qualms I have with it! Although it is worth noting that the second stanza appears significantly shorter and weaker than its predecessor, and it's more than slightly off-putting, as well as not being particularly aesthetically pleasing. Of course, that's just me being picky, though!

Anyway, I really, really love this poem. You had me from the first line. Such stunning mental images and morbidly beautiful concepts, such as hanging oneself from the moon with a strand of hope. I've always loved crows as a motif in literature, and I feel you made good use of them. I find it very inspirational among other things and I find myself motivated to write poetry all the sudden, something I haven't done in over a month!

I look forward to becoming your poetry buddy!