A Poem by Faith

In the spirit of "The Raven" by Edgar Allan Poe


Nothing inspires me as before

“There is only silence!” I implore

The muses speak to me no more

This aching emptiness, I abhor

Please, do not close the door!

Save me from this loathsome chore

Of vacant indolence forevermore

Certainly there is more

A purpose singing in my core

A tale of forgotten lore

An occultic thriller threaded with gore

A swansong bleeding from yore

Yes! A new voice now implores!

“Write for me, write for me, tell more!”

Forbidden pleasures on distant shores

Harrowing beasts from beneath the floor

Bottled entrails from witches’ stores

Words bleeding from my pores

“Speak to me! Speak to me! I do not bore!”

My hands are bleeding, but I cease not my score

From out my fingertips, my soul was torn

My body fallen to the floor

I lay lifeless and breathed no more

Yet the typewriter continued to the pour

Out my words… Forevermore.

© 2013 Faith

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Added on February 12, 2013
Last Updated on April 27, 2013
Tags: poetry, death, the raven, edgar allan poe, forevermore, gothic, depression



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