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The Raven

February 1, 2013
By MyDemons BRONZE, Ladera Ranch, California
MyDemons BRONZE, Ladera Ranch, California
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Favorite Quote:
&ldquo;In three words I can sum up everything I&#039;ve learned about life: it goes on.&rdquo;<br /> ― Robert Frost


Leaves shine with a fresh sheen of morning dew
The raven caws menacingly
Why do it just sit there
Watching
Almost spying on me
The shiny black raven’s stare never wavers
He keeps a steady eye on me
No matter where I go
There he is
The raven
Observing me
I’m afraid
Am I paranoid
It’s just a bird…right?
Ravens can’t spy on people
But he is
He is following me
And watching, watching, watching
I tried to hide,
But he found me
The raven hopped out of a shaggy old bush
Could it be more than one raven you ask?
No, no I don’t believe so…
This raven, his eyes, they are intelligent
Too intelligent for a raven
The almost seem human

Today the raven talked to me
No I am not crazy,
He talked, really,
I heard his voice in my head,
The raven, well…he told me….
He told me to stop hiding and come out with it
But come out with what?
I have no secrets being kept in the closet,
I tell you everything….you know that
But anyway he talked,
I was frozen mid-stepJu
My emotions spiked
I cried,
I never cry,
He triggered something in me,
Ya know?
Of course you don’t know,
The raven doesn’t follow you,
He follows me,
And watches,
Just his curious eyes watching me,
All the time,
I haven’t showered in months,
I don’t want him to see me there,
The raven is evil,
I know it,
He tells me to do things,
Bad things,
He tells me to kill Momma and Sissy,
He tells me I killed Papa…but I know he’s wrong,
I saw Papa just the other day,
At the old bridge,
Why was I at the old bridge?
What? What is it you say?
I didn’t go to the old bridge…?
Wait where am I?
What is the needle in my arm for?
Why are you asking me about my raven?
I’m in the hospital, strapped to a bed, the white sterile wall mock me
The raven can’t find me here,
They tell me everything is going to be okay,
But they are wrong….everything is okay I’m not crazy….right?


The author's comments:
I sometimes feel as though people don't believe me like they think I'm crazy. This piece is an exaggerated version of my feelings. I hope people will think that maybe that person isn't crazy, but has a great imagination.

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