Was A Raven

 

The light bends away
fleetingly

I dare chase after
startled by my sorrow

reaching to grasp the elusive beam
instead
I’ve a fistful of fire
frustration
and feathers

charred
deep ebony plumage

my ears are scorched
by a coarsely blared caw

as in the corner of my eye
I glimpse
a flaming raven
spiraling wildly
plummeting toward earth

it’s caught
by the blinding rays
of a nocturnal dream
a nightmare
that is not my own

about a foreign land
in which I lived
before my birth
but have never visited

suddenly
the falling fiery figure
eyes blazing red
disappears

vanishing
into a gaping hole
opening in the earth

at that moment
flushed with the pangs
of debilitating uncertainty
I begin to sob

as the sun sets
on my future

and all my past sins
begin to repeat
in an endless loop
of sad surrender

my body shakes
convulsing
in the laughter
of madness

my mind
flooded with a lone thought
is ripping at my sanity
as my logic leaks out
and I lose altitude

screaming

“at least
I think
that was a raven”

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rob kistner © 2022

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