I see ravens in her eyes Thoughts which flutter Weighing down a free soul. They scrounge and scatter thought She gives them nothing, yet they feed. She Hates the dark ravens. I've seen the ravens. I've tried to get away. They long to live in my mind. Prejudice and fear, Dark Ravens which eat thought Don't let them take flight. I see ravens in her eyes Thoughts which flutter Weighing down a free soul. How can she escape their dark wings?
The Ravens is read be me, Chad Bonaker as part of my Poems of a Younger Me Project in which I give the cringey poems of my teenage years a quick copy edit. The Music is called The Meteor by Roman P. The image is a photoshop printmaking experiment using dragonfly wings brushes and close-ups of bird eyes. If you enjoyed this slightly embarrassing Project and would like to read/listen to more podcasts, blogs, or poems please subscribe and visit the website at podcastofcalling.com. Thanks for listening and What’s you calling?