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.
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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This was so poignant and intense! Loved your poem!
This was beautifully morose, My Winged Poet. xxxx
Meaningful poem! I love it!