Inspired by Edgar Allan Poe's the Raven and missing a girl called Paloma, who I'm worried about never seeing again. Tormented with depression from this and she's in a dark place too and it's all dark and I read The Raven tonight (paloma is Spanish for dove too) and it spoke to me, so this is my own The Raven. Senseless sorrow to contour fore this morrow I explore sore weak and hollow Haste traced in regret to keep my wallow fore your light I did follow before Darkness consumed what was once bright now swallowed; Will I see her again? I dove strike: Playing games of chance; Awarding chance to she; I repeat: Will I see her again? I pray for a break in an escape I can borrow or take for free; As I pull hairs that make me sneeze; Watching TV looking for content that I like and if it airs it'll be and if not -- It wasn't meant to be (just wasn't meant for me) Faith can communicate in many ways; Filled with hope I cope grown radiant over this maiden laden with joy fore delusions do toy and illusions deployed prove to destroy the weak and annoy; Why?! Why hath I put my faith into such garbage? Why can't love be planted? Why must I be left alone upset and on my own I ask it, God, is this thy plan thou has in mind? Do you remind me of blessings took for granted now departed to memory? Am I to thank thee for a future of misery? Do I explore what the heart can endure? Or accept thy plan for me oh Lord!Tossed forever and forever restored will restore me; Nevermore
