Imagine Yourself

[Chamy]

Imagine Yourself, what are you?

To you, maybe you are a piece of dirt

Or maybe, a cloud in the sky

But what you see doesn't mean anything sometimes

It's what others see you as

Me? I'm a star, the sun itself

Not because I'm powerful, but because I give life to those in need

I pick broken glass from the ground

I turn them into birds that are destined to fly

In the depths of the night, I'm called upon

And for a time, I am happy

Lust fills every corner in my mind

My dreams seem too real, like I could reach out and touch them

Voices whisper to me of my soon life

But then, the hand of the raven rips back into me

It tells me of my faults

I panic, mind no longer in light

Abuse is the word that utters from her lips

As is heard many times before from this raven

And no matter how hard you fix every complaint

The raven is set

Her eyes see disappointment

Dirt. Garbage. Why would they love someone like you

Yet you can not ignore the raven

For the raven is the reason for your life

It's as if Satan has pulled you from darkness to serve his evil deeds

What are you to do, but die?

I count my days

I count for days that I am free from its talons

Free from the world that the raven has made for me

Free from a suffering she has disguised as a plentiful garden

I've learned there is no garden

And the raven can not feed the world any longer

And that is why I'm being pulled under

Why the raven sees me this way

But I do not see me this way

I see what I see

And I see my own pain, my own suffering

Going weeks at a time without food

Rotting in the corner of the bed

Yet, still shines as the sun she is

For as much suffering I've been caused

I don't wish that upon anyone else

Imagine yourself

Then imagine me

What do you truly see?

[Cuylie]

I like the dichotomy you set up. It creates tension, conflict and uncertainty that you can see echoed in the last line of the poem. I like the lines, "I pick broken glass from the ground/I turn them into birds that are destined to fly." It kinda has a magic to it that I enjoy!

[Chamy]

(07-04-2016, 03:35 AM)Cuylie Wrote: I like the dichotomy you set up. It creates tension, conflict and uncertainty that you can see echoed in the last line of the poem. I like the lines, "I pick broken glass from the ground/I turn them into birds that are destined to fly." It kinda has a magic to it that I enjoy!

Thanks ^^ And I definitely had to google dichotomy haha

[Sharp]

So powerful and provoking.

[-J-]

Powerful stuff. Very impressive and as Cuylie pointed out, the last three lines which revisit the question in the first line bookend this really well.

[Cath]

Just *applause*

[RP_RICK]

Relly good, powerful

Also, reminded me of this old tune..

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QjDwtegWCf8

[Willy_for_Boobies]

.. Very expressive ..
Thank you for sharing this with us ;-))

(the raven reminds me on this : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dVLUeXkzUjM   )