To Octavia
When minds, and wine, and friends gather
And laughter fills the room
I struggle not to think
Still my heart testifies to your power
And I confide in you anyway
But Octavia, do not rob me
Of all that takes away my pain
The hope that every throb
Will make my heart break for thee
YOU ARE READING
Inspired by Edgar Allen Poe
PoesíaI have reworded and put my own spin on the works of Edgar Allen Poe. I started reading Poe at a young age and have always been able to connect to his voice and style, even as a woman. He is one of my favorite poets by far.
