As it rained outside the window There stood a crying widow With each drop that rained down Along fell a tear on her black gown Even with so much sadness in her eyes And her face stained from silent cries She was a breathtaking sight to see Surely no one could deny her beauty With a quivering hand she wiped her face And around the room she began to pace She couldn't believe she had lost the game The lawyer had told her "what a shame He left you nothing, not even a dime" She had nothing to show for all this wasted time And to think she had almost felt bad As she had held that pillow over his head
I recently reread The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe and that’s what inspired this poem. I am fully aware that this (or probably anything I ever write) will never compare to anything written by Poe but I still wanted to mention where my inspiration came from.
The idea for this poem had been in my mind for a while but I just couldn’t find the right words until last night. I was about to fall asleep when it came to me and I ended up writing a bunch of poems for half the night but I slept in today so it wasn’t too bad.
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