The fan moves slowly above my head It's so quiet you can hear it cry The flower vase that blossomed in morn Casts it's hideous shadow on the table it lies The clock that once showed me beautiful times Now grieves seeing myself undone Somewhere outside the raven cries The omnious foretelling of what's to come The lights are bright but I can see it dim It's my eyes not showing what is what Waves of emotion thrust me into the couch As I lay there sobbing in distraught My gut aches my breath is heavy My bones are aching with sore throat Should I try and get up one last time Or just give it up, the ball's in my court I tried more times than one can ever do To pick my parts up together You can hardly live the present anymore If your future is more uncertain than ever
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I began writing poetry as a teenager but it somehow got lost in the process of making my career, hence giving it a try here. My influences range from poets like Edgar Allan to songwritings of musical artists like Taylor Swift. My forte is basically lyrical, narrative, and pastoral poetry.
