The Raven's Feather

I stand by a tree,
the sky is grey,
and all I can see,
is a feather gone stray.

A feather as black as night,
floats gently through light,
through the fissures of life,
cutting through me like a scythe.

Looking down at me is a raven,
like the expanse of the heavens, no craven,
his eyes as deep as the abyss,
making me wonder if I even exist.

The feather drops like black water,
to the earth, turning it to fodder.
It haunts me, never leaving,
eternally eroding and deceiving.

poem by Soren Valentine
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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