Raven

Like a bird swooping in

A pen in my hand gave me all the power to soar

No need to be afraid of the world because the Raven always wins

With a pen and a paper all my ideas would come to life and soar

 

His name is Edgar Allen Poe

He was the reason writing was my peace

Though dark, I would feel his words from my head to my toes

and since then I never felt so at ease 

 

Now my mind and hand never stop working

And it is a blessing and curse to think so deeply to the core

But the Raven stays lurking

And I will never stop writing and say nevermore...

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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