Freshly fallen snow lay soft as it should
A raven, black as coal, landed next to me
He began to speak, cracking as an old man's voice would
'Come to me my sweet and beautiful girl
listen to my weak and broken persistence
I want you to help me find my parents in the woods'
So I followed the raven, black as coal,
to the pure white meadow near the whispy woods
I walked into the trees hoping the breeze would leave soon enough
The white snow soon turned red as I walked
The trees became faces of evil and death
The raven's claws dug into my back, causing the cloth to shred
The raven I trusted was then angered,
Black feathers fell onto the path below me
The woods grew deeper and deeper than ever before
I lost my mind more than once on the trail
The raven became heavier than boulders
This raven, black as coal, scratched into my back once more
I looked back at the raven with anger
His claws were monstrous and larger than mountains
This raven, once black as coal, turned gray before my eyes
His weight left my shoulders, I could now breathe
The only thing left of the raven before
Were its claw marks left on the bare skin of my back
Finally rid of the horrid raven
I left to go back home to my mom and dad
Destruction was left behind me and I couldn't go back
I traveled on and on and on and on
until my feet ached and the snow on the ground
Became something that was not worse to me than before
My eyes fell upon the path below me
My head down and my eyes filled with salty tears
I was ready for what came next, though I could not go back
Freshly fallen snow lay soft as it should
A raven, black as coal, landed next to me
This time I spoke first, no I replied, not again like before
The raven, black as coal, left me alone
And finally I was free, in the clearing
The sweet and soft meadow, where trees could not ruin or tear
I felt peaceful in the meadow and stood
The snow, pure and white once again, fell upon me
I knew I was finally safe, though memories still reside
I have pushed them away and they come back never
The ravens, black as coal, visit no more
And finally I can be me, alone in the meadow
Thank goodness
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My Suicide
Teen FictionA series of poems about a young person trying and trying. The person who is trying is not me anymore. I'm just saying it may trigger strong emotions with suicide, cutting, self harm, self hate, and depression. Read at your own risk. Stay strong, ter...