"The Raven!"
By S. D. Blankenship
The Reality is a lie.
A actuality is a bare of time.
Anecdote ain’t meaning a dime.
My being is nothing but sad.
Since of you I’m mad.
Whilst I met you I was glad.
But anxious of mom and dad.
I never could hate, but to date.
Now I ache. Sad and yank.
So afraid to live, not to sin.
I feel this cold dark death.
It’s freezing steam on my neck.
This dark field smokes black.
I hear the hooves of the slack.
The loud gray neigh, so flat.
Hundreds of these large things.
Beat me down into the strange.
I feel so weak, death is beak.
Let me die, please, I cry.
No love to be found, good-bye.
The ghosts will moan, so shy.
My eyes will grow and go blind.
No one will care when I’m gone
Come get me fair evil, where I belong.
Take me away, away, away, today.
Hurt me, and make me bleed, slay.
My brain is sore, and my body a whore.
The ghosts are everywhere, just gore.
There, a knock, a knock, on my door.
I hear the scream, and the Raven, wore.
Here he comes late one night, before.
I rest in my library, awaiting for more.
There I lay, and I say, my body is naïf
The raven burst though, my window door.
I see the bird, face dead on the floor.
I will die, I will cry, I will sigh, I will bore.
There is death, death, has come, for sure.
Don’t beat me, beat me. Just a core
The ghost has gone, to walk hell here no more.
And the raven flew by. And with blood in it’s eye
I heard it say with a gurgle, “Never more, Never more”.
© S. D. Blankenship 8/13/2012
