Poetry

Raven

I try to put my thoughts to bed
But they are hyper
Girded for battle
Bloodthirsty
Bury the hatchet, they say
I could bury it in my own brain
Attempt to silence the madness
Hide my carcass and insanity behind walls
But, the heartbeat lives on
The tick of intrusiveness never ceases
It gives me away
Shake it off, they say
But, I’m not Swift
The hurts are not so easy to forget
They linger, laugh at death
They are reborn again and again
When I’m awake
And in my dreams
I wish the Raven gone
But it implores to be heard
Over and over again
Must I endure its piercing eyes?
Must I never forget?
Oh, how I wish I could

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