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Caught in life's maze

By Raven BlackPublished 4 months ago 1 min read
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Time heals, time steals.

Salted tears, and emotionless black.

Death a deadly releasing prison, of hopes and dreams assured.

Carried high, oh, weight of expectation.

Clocks tick, counting down.

Of ominous biddings, and endless sleeps.

A veil of hellish moons arises.

Cloaked in voids, and blackened suits.

Fear, I fall, I rise, I fight.

How much strength within, though, left?

Harken spirits flee on wings doom.

My heart is dying, sweet ascertained.

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About the Creator

Raven Black

He stepped out into the street, cloaked in his midnight-smoked suit and twisted-brown leather boots, shouting to the world, "Writing is my religion, and this is my church."

Hi, I'm Raven Black, and writing is my passion.

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  • Dharrsheena Raja Segarran4 months ago

    This was so poignant and intense! Loved your poem!

  • Isabella Rose4 months ago

    This was beautifully morose, My Winged Poet. xxxx

  • Anna 4 months ago

    Meaningful poem! I love it!

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