The Plight of Grownups

The Raven spoke of many things,

But, darkened minds heard only,

“Nevermore!”

As late night candles burn,

Clouded eyes feed vision,

To minds seeking release;

Thought trapped by stale breath,

Bags of stagnant blood,

Too pained to dance,

Hope’s wings broken,

Lost in troubled experience,

Understanding only failure,

Living long past dreams,

Vision clouded by alcohol,

And thoughts devoid of light,

Of interest to Carrion Eaters…

Eyes seeking excuses,

Incapable of witnessing more,

No longer seeing sunrise…

Earth’s Cold Fingers call,

Bones recalled to ashes,

Stardust fallen,

Far from possibilities,

Feeding tomorrow’s flowers,

On energies of broken dreams.

The Raven smiles,

Understanding many things,

In a drama of Evermore

It waits patiently,

Singing Nevermore,

A way for corpses to fly.