For Poe

For Poe, 

When I think of you I think of a raving man.

A victim calling out the name Reynolds as a last hope.

I think of all the stories of beating hearts,

Ravens, and madmen with wine and bricks and carnivals above.

I think of a man who must have seen things 

Too terrible to imagine to write the words from your tongue.

I think of shadows and darkness and love.

Yes, love. 

For you were quite scorned and unlucky,

Being abandoned by fiancees and falling for married woman 

For Annie you said. Did you really think she'd answer? 

She was married and unresponsive, she was one of those whose

Cold hearts beat even apart from their chests.

You understood love so well.

You wrote it in your stories, even if most didn't understand 

Did it get to your head Poe? 

All the cruelty from the people you love 

Was it the culmination of lovers and grandfathers and theiving cousins? 

What was it Poe? 

Was it your mother, who died when you were two.

Did she leave or did she stay 

Stay near you, rocking you to sleep singing dark lullabies

And telling you stories of the long nights in the afterlife.

Or was it the army, Poe? 

What did you see Poe? 

30 years of peace but you joined at 18 

Said you were 22 and rose through the ranks 

Was it to get away from your grandfather? Did you hate him that much? 

Well it didn't work very well, since you came back to him. 

But personally, I don't think it was any of it, Poe. 

I think it was something small that broke you. 

It was something small that broke down the walls of the horror. 

It happened on that train to Baltimore didn't it Poe? 

What was it Poe? 

Was it a color or a word or a sound?

Was it a face or a memory or a song? 

Was it a bird or a tree or a blade of grass? 

What was it Poe? 

What was it that broke the mind of a brilliant poet? 

Does the name Reynolds even matter Poe? What was it?

When I think of you Poe, I think of death and hanging axes 

I think of dark graveyards and moonlight glinting on blood 

When I think of you Poe, I think of fear. 

Poe, did something finally get the better of you? 

Poe when I think of you I think of a lunatic genius. 

But you were just a man weren't you? 

And you were scared in the end.

Reviews

[Kleio13]

For being 15, you have a talent for adding others experiences into your emotions and that is hard to find in writers these days. This one about Poe speaks out loud of his thoughts, and how even though the craziest of us all, is actually the most human.

[Raya]

Thank you :) I would review your writing, but your profile I rated mature :( I really appreciate the reviews!

[Raya]

*is rated mature

[Kleio13]

O duh, i don't know how to unrate

[Sami Khalil]

A great tribute and write to a great poet...Bravo

[shallimarRose]

Poe battled with mental illness.. I sometimes wonder what he would have been like if he lived today.
I enjoyed this very much. thank you.. shallimarRose

[Baby Ricochet]

Poe was the man.............

[Raya]

Thank you :)

[Glen Yumang Manese]

Insightful read here with the way you convey Edgar Allen Poe...and the lines just keep at you as one goes about this passage...getting into the aspects of who he was and what he stood for...but in the end he did what I believe he wanted to do...leave his legacy of the written word...in his own rights...

[Raya]

Thank you :)

[Glen Yumang Manese]

you're welcome...thanks for the invite...