The piping in the wall is banging!
I haven’t slept wholly in days.
Oh, Holy creatures!
Left me tortured in the rain.
Cast aside this bittersweet headache!
Leave my lips around the wine.
Fluorescent lighting flickering!
Crawling backwards in time.
Alas! “The Raven.”
The murdering of crows!
Therefore, my solitude reaping what I’ve sowed.
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Your poem was enjoyable to read. I like the line, “Leave my lips around the wine”. I can clearly paint a picture of what the speaker wants. However, I wish I had more information about the Raven. Why is “Raven” capitalize?
I live in England, in a small quiet village. It’s a cold, rainy day. Outside my house this morning in the sky above the field across my street I saw a murder of crows and one hawk going at it and one crow fell from the sky, presumably dead. I went on to listen to EAP’s “The Raven.”