raven

Across an empty hall

Across an empty hall

By jfarrell

 

My footsteps echo around me,

Ricocheting off the walls

To assault me

Like the voices of the long dead assembled.

 

The people, memories, who crossed this hall

Long before me;

Leaving fragments of themselves

To dwell here forever.

 

As the moonlight shafts in through the window,

The dust eddys and grows

To take on the very likenesses

Of those who went before me.

 

Black and grey shadows beckon and caution me;

I can almost hear them whisper

“This way, come.” “No, that way’s danger.”

Dread hangs in the air, enveloping me.

 

Startled by a tap-tap-tapping

I see a raven a rap-rap-rapping

In the middle of this empty hall

Dedicated to Lenore.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

when this poem started, e a poe was million miles from my mind ; just seemed right for him to pop up at the end there

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This love is treacherous

 

I stayed in a psych ward for a few days because of breakdowns I keep having.

I cut a lot and deep. I didn't have music, facebook, no electronics while I was

staying in the hospital...all I had were a pen and pieces

of paper to spill ink all over”- Amanda Day

 

(Feb 10th, 12:20 P.M)

 

Lies never tasted so good,

never melted so sweet,

a perfect sunset in the bare eve,

never did the dawn of day yell at me,

don't close your eyes,

safe and sound,

you'll be alright,

the dawn of eve sings of sins and truths,

never before did

the Raven look so black,

never did the crow caw so

loud,

so loved,

as a feather falls from the sky,

the petals dance on her lips,

tears fall upon her eyes,

fragile as a glass vase,

this day dream is dangerous,

I love it

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I stayed in a psych ward for a few days because of breakdowns I keep having. I cut a lot and deep. I didn't have music, facebook, no electronics while I was staying in the hospital...all I had were a pen and pieces of paper to spill ink all over”- Amanda Day

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Raven's cradle

Don't be afraid my little raven, do your best;
It's just the wind and thunder that shake our nest.

They scare the weak, you must be strong,
Remember, the disaster will last for long.

Do not be frightened by the western star,
That illuminates my sacred scars.
They are just the shadows of the past,
That tease the disaster's lust.

By the western wind the twigs are torn
My feathering seems to be by disaster shorn.

My time will come, you'll be alone,
But see, if you are strong,
You will not hear the thunderstorm,
Nor the wind blow its horn.

My child, You shall see them course,
You shall hear them whisper the name of yours.

Don't be afraid my little raven, do your best;
It's just the wind and thunder that shake our nest.