16. My Last Poem

This is my last poem,

A swan song of only black notes,

As always, I’m writing with poisonous thorns

And my dark, dark blood,

Now more than ever with the end so near.

 

There is no heaven, only a dooming hell,

Filled with the obligatory devils and demons,

Burning flames, with a consuming fire,

Eating away the leftovers of hope in me.

 

I’m crying too late the greedy tears of repentance,

Upon the road of my easy intentions,

I’m crying my words on a whirlpool of wind,

A grandiloquent cacophony of a Babel-like confusion.

 

A will about taking all the wrong turns,

About the loss of something I never had,

A guilt, heavier than gravity itself,

A millstone drowning me, even deeper.

 

Farewell, you who loved me unjustly,

Goodbye, heart eaters and soul breakers,

I’ll see you down there,

Because after all, make no mistake

Everyone deserves his own piece of hell.

 

Today, I’m looking for the last time at my mirror image,

I see the ugly duck, the one thought it would become a swan,

This is my irritating quacking,

Before I rest forever under the Wings of the Raven,

This is my last poem…

 

Or maybe not.

 

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere

21/06/2016

music: www.purple-planet.com

This is the conclusion and last poem in the collection of 'Under the Wings of the Raven'. 

 

Author's Note

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed the series of poetry. Each one a masterpiece and amazing tale.
"Farewell, you who loved me unjustly,
Goodbye, heart eaters and soul breakers,
I’ll see you down there,
Because after all, make no mistake
Everyone deserves his own piece of hell."
The above lines. Perfect. Thank you Rudi for sharing your outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

Thank you, John, for reading all my poems. Glad you enjoyed them. :) Rudi

[Coyote Poetry]

I did my friend and you are welcome.

[TheRaven]

Or maybe not.

Don't you stop writing now, lol. One of the very best pieces from this selection of works, and it's fitting because it's the conclusion. Looked carefully at, a reader can definitely see your improvement and growth as a writer from chapter one to the finale. A soul captured within the darkness and unable to keep a grip onto the light, and perhaps we can all take a lesson from our character here who found himself trapped under the wings of the raven. Always seems to be an underlying layer of hope despite the horrific and creepy imagery littered throughout this series. And that seems to be confirmed by the final words, "Or maybe not." No matter how far we fall, we will always have the chance to conclude the tale with light rather than dark.

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

Thank you, TheRaven, for following, reading and commenting on this collection of poems. I've learned a lot reading your comments and I'm glad this last poem is the correct conclusion of the serie of poems. :) Rudi

[KWP]

and what a fabulous conclusion, stop point, goodbye it is ...

I checked you know ... not one 'that' word and barely any others not warranted :) nice one Rudi.

A poem riddled with a muse possessed with unworthiness ... ah if only they hung on to the light X

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

Thank you, KWP, I guessed (that) you'll be proud of me. While writing it this afternoon, I remembered your comment and I worked. Thanks again for the tips and for your comment on this one. Have a good day. :) Rudi