Under the Wings of the Raven: 16. My Last Poem

Door Rudi L gepubliceerd op Monday 03 October 10:57

This is my last poem,
A swan song of only black notes,
As always, I’m writing with poisonous thorns
And my dark, dark blood, 
Now more than ever with the end so near.

There is no heaven, only a dooming hell,
Filled with the obligatory devils and demons,
Burning flames, with a consuming fire,
Eating away the leftovers of hope in me.

I’m crying too late the greedy tears of repentance,
Upon the road of my easy intentions,
I’m crying my words on a whirlpool of wind,
A grandiloquent cacophony of a Babel-like confusion.

A will about taking all the wrong turns,
About the loss of something I never had,
A guilt, heavier than gravity itself,
A millstone drowning me, even deeper.

Farewell, you who loved me unjustly,
Goodbye, heart eaters and soul breakers,
I’ll see you down there,
Because after all, make no mistake
Everyone deserves his own piece of hell.

Today, I’m looking for the last time at my mirror image,
I see the ugly duck, the one thought it would become a swan,
This is my irritating quacking,
Before I rest forever under the Wings of the Raven,
This is my last poem…

Or maybe not.

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere


A poem out of my Collection 'Under the Wings of the Raven', a set of 16 Poe-ish Poetry Poems.

Narrated version: https://soundcloud.com/rudi-lejaeghere/my-last-poem

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Dank je wel Carin. :) Rudi
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