My Raven

Free Form. This is one of the first poems I ever wrote.

For many years I thought she was gone
Then I realized she was still mine.
Being told by a friend, that no one could
Take her from me: I thought he was wrong
But life went on with out her.
Like a cracking glass - in the oven
My mind was shattered - at the loss
Of my little Raven.
Staring at the clock wondering what she was doing,
Pondering the way things should have been.
My mistakes like gangrenous pus running down my soul,
Would choke the hope out of me.
Depression, opening doors to see,
fighting internal wars.
I had others to love, but they too
Were victims of my obsession.
Now there gone as well.
It has been said that time heals,
Yet the hour glass runs slow for me.

Author's Note

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