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nevermore

by Angela Thomas

i'm hanging between bottles, between addictions
and starlight and things that seem right, but aren't
and where is my muse? up and down and round
and poke at the place where once my heart used

to beat and beat and leap out of my chest when i saw,
saw him coming to make me smile, you tug in that same
old tattered and torn, forlorn little lonely spot where
once a beating thing sat. it feels like a hangnail,

invisible but you can't stop hitting it in just the right
way to make a welt, yelp, yowl escape into the night
because the damn covers are too hard, to rough,
to brash, to harsh, for that tiny little finger, that

minuscule little cut. that little opening i let you squeeze
in before the door slammed shut. i quote the raven.

12/17/2011

Author's Note: inspired by poe's the raven

Posted on 12/18/2011
Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/21/11 at 12:17 AM

Always a good inspiration.

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