Speculation of a RavenA Poem by Ashira MacyDark poem written in my adolescence.Darkness. A journey to my mind would give you complete darkness. I search my soul and find the same thing, A void where love, compassion and happiness once rested. A raven. Ever an omen of bad news, Foreboding and malicious. I see my mind and soul transform into this bird of sorrow. Tears. The hateful liquid forms in my eyes and threatens to emerge. My thoughts cry out to me, “No! Tears show weakness, do not
be weak!” As they stream down my face I am once again left in the
darkness, abandoned by thoughts. Fools. Friends, family, therapists. They know everything, yet at the same time… nothing. Try as they may they cannot hope to understand that which I
myself struggle to decipher. Or perhaps I am the fool to not know why I feel what I feel. Freedom. I long for this with every fiber of my being. There are two roads to freedom, one long, the other short. Both roads end in death. To be truly free you must not be tied to the earth. Death. The destination of both roads. Does the short road lead to freedom as well? I go on asking questions I would have to answer myself. Darkness, A raven, Tears, Fools, Freedom Death. © 2014 Ashira MacyAuthor's Note
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Added on July 17, 2014Last Updated on July 20, 2014 Tags: dark, death, raven, freedom, suicide, speculation, angst, teen, depression, madness AuthorAshira MacyMartinez, CAAboutI am 24 years old and just getting back into writing after not using the skill for a few years, so I am a bit rusty. I am excited to share my new work as well as some old with this community and would.. more..Writing
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