This poem is about a woman who endures emotional abuse by her partner.
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I used to listen and hear
I used to love and fear
I used to fight ,that’s not changed
but reason, cold logic has become my game
The raven speaks
from tear stained mascara cheeks
she is beautifully broken
painfully well spoken
circumventing her pain
expecting unhappiness and the rain
cold clammy skin.
The darkness has become her
crowding her soul from inside to out
doubting all intention from human beings.
Is she all seeing?
heal her or let her be
you broke her heart
she had wings on her heart to fly
you picked them apart.
Now all she breathes are sighs
hoping for the last one
overcome by sadness like death
and righteous indignation
her love has grown into stagnation
and only rage or reckless feckless passion will set her free
give her what she yearns
or set the raven free
birds need to fly….