The poem with no name

Aa Harvey

The poem with no name.

 

 

There is a black raven at my tail, as I walk down the street;

It foretells me my tale will no longer taste so sweet.

The end is nigh, I hear from upon high;

In darkness I hear, the shriek of the beast.

 

 

I am coming to meet you, my maker;

Are you sure you are ready to meet me?

I will courteously scream at you, what have you taken away?

My life, your judgment; what a price to pay!

 

 

Too short was this living; your retort had better be good!

No I don’t understand!  Who on Earth could?

This darkness you befell upon me is bitter indeed;

Without you to blame and scream at, what have I left to bleed?

 

 

A soul snatched from this world and elevated beyond this life;

In God’s eyes I find meaning, to my premature demise.

What countless men before me, have suffered the same fate?

I see two angels at God’s shoulders; I guess he sent his Devil away.

 

 

I kneel before benevolence and beg for forgiveness.

The voice of angel’s raise my spirit;

Their songs of joy are relentless.

 

(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

  • Author: Aa Harvey (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 6th, 2016 07:59
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments4

  • Jeff

    Wow...great write

  • P.X. Vexxus

    Nicely written, thanks for sharing :]

  • Aa Harvey

    Thanx for your nice comments.

  • Tony36

    Great write



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