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Elizabeth Poy Poem
In a swirling mist inside my mind
Five tombs containing comatose swans
labeled Kindness, Caring, Courage, Love and Joy
Sweet nectar of my soul
Five weathered tombstones lie side by side
Marking where my goodness, the swans, have gone to rest
Five ravens croak nearby
still very much alive
Their names are Contempt, Indifference, Cowardice, Hate and Sorrow
My poison, the ravens, running rampant
Counterparts to those goodly tombstones
Wreaking havoc upon those goodly tombstones
The ravens reign
One thing keeping the ravens back
A lone sparrowhawk called Hope battering the toxins back
keeping them at bay with a defiant scream
Trying to achieve a goal that can't be reached
Wanting to find love from within a sealed mist that cannot be cracked
the foolish creature wanting the ability to love when my loving swan has already been locked up in a tomb
I stumble through a mist
Unable to see what is around me
The mind's eye unfocused and unseeing
I sense a light, and I wish to reach it
Yet the light is high upon a mountain's peak to my right
Millions of miles away with my way blocked by a barrier of my own making a barrier I cannot budge
To my left a darkness pulses poison oozing
My feet readily moving
I will be there in a few steps
A bird of prey bars my way
To my right where the swans are, There is an unreachable paradise
To my left where the ravens are, An easily reached hell with just one obstacle
Both obstacles are born of my soul
I stand still at the crossroad
My seesaw of Good and Evil, Right and Wrong
Constantly tipping Left and Right
I have frozen all emotions
My personal time suspended
Waiting for someone I do not know
The reign of the ravens has begun
The ravens may hold dominance
But full control they do not, and will not have
As long as the sparrowhawk lives
Copyright © Eli Wyvern | Year Posted 2017
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