All I hear is RATATAT
The way he says Lenore, my love
is like an unheard melody to the nape of my neck
gently rapping, tap, tap, tap on my core’s secret chamber door
As I bleed out my tiresome soul under the pressure of life’s floorboard
He’s not weak,
he’s not weary
He’s my blackbird singing out somberly
Uncover your thoughts in the dead of night with every refrain
collectively, complex, completeness
Every blot on your landscape
Permit my fervor nonetheless
He’s a dream within my dream-reality
As the crow flies, he’s tenacious
He’s not weak,
he’s not weary
My raven has risen each time he’s fallen
Nevermore there’s a bluebird in his soul
that’s dying to fly out
About the Creator
Saroyan Coles
I want to empower others with my writing. I have always dreamed of seeing my name, on something.
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