Raven's Call

By Divyanka Shaw

The sky loomed like an endless shadow,

gazing at me, daring me to disappear.

The abyss swallowed the light of my presence.

that’s when I wished for an apocalypse. 

glad I’m an atheist, for my prayers won’t be heard.

but neither do I believe in demons.

I live in death.

So, am I turning into one?

It started with my birth, a random Thursday,

It was an eclipse dimming the world’s clarity,

shrouding my existence in a veil of shadow.

My wails of life turned into doom. 

Was I cursed? Or a boon?

My life was the last shine of a decayed star. 

It was a boon but broken, battered. 

I hear the Ravens cawing for my death, 

it calls my fear, my nightmares, my dreams.

Narrates the stories I confessed to whilst no one heard,

the hushed whispers of pity to myself.

It caws of the ugly, and dark that I refused to acknowledge.

And weeps of the pain I had put it through.

But I’m still not in terms with it. 

I’m in defeat.

By Divyanka Shaw