Raven, the Wrestler - a poem
A disturbed soul
Tortured inside
Inner turmoil
Outgoing personality
To the world
But to himself
Inclusive
Angry
Completely miserable
Wanting to find himself
But lets out his anger
Lashing out
At friends
At foes
Jealous
Of their internal
Of their external
Happiness
He finds lackeys
Underlings
Even more of those
That lack identity
Purpose
Self confidence
And builds a nest
A flock
A posse
To follow him
To worship him
To go into battle for him
And yet
He doesn’t care
They do the grunt work
He does the bare minimum
He reaps all the benefits
He stands tall
Arms extended
Looking to be a martyr
His sins vindicated
His power is more
But inside
He is alone
He feels worthless
Undeserving of his success
In the end
It doesn’t matter at all
His windfalls
Instead
His misery
Is his home
Is his security blanket
Is his life
And he’ll never break it
Quoth the Raven
NEVERMORE.
Jon Harder
Jon@HardwayHQ.com
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