Two Ravens: A Poem

This is a poem that I wrote a few days ago about a very difficult subject. A few months ago, I thought seriously about committing suicide. It was a very difficult time in my life and even though I’m better now, I still think about that time and how helpless I was…or how helpless I felt. Anyway, I hope you enjoy my poem.

Two black ravens sitting in a tree,

A prickly cactus crying the milk of tears

In a dry and empty desert,

Miles and miles away

From the harmony of loving company.

But yet, with their beady eyes staring ever so compassionately,

Two pained ravens then fly off,

A darkening journey of two knives and two lives,

Of one death and one saved from death

And one family filled with sorrowful tears,

And the other filled with joyful years

Of memorable moments and sapphire oceans

Of loving kisses and fields of flowers

That bring the widest smiles

And the happiness of tears.