This poem represents the contrast existence between heaven and hell.The mere existence of humans and there part in the play.It talks about the cycle of emotion and it’s representation in between the strings which adjust and shapes there emotion with good or bad feeling.Is it really true?Are we actually the good from heaven with wings ?or Are we the bad from hell with shackles?The confusing tale separating human individually with this delima.The fact is you aren’t heaven or hell it’s the external factor.You are human the purest form and beautiful creature if you stop comparing and expressing without environmental change and emotions of course you are different?
Life up heaven, life down hell
I am in between found no where
I am both bonded with thick layers
I can curse also speak prayers
The chaos in mind remains alive
The temporary place family, friend, or wife
Will shatter the reality with dear knife
It's hard to understand though its rife
The ominous existence symbolizes the raven
Shackle of hell and wings of heaven
Is what remains we all are deaden
Your memories are lost because your leaven
It's time to gain what's lost
The chest box remains beneath hidden covered,
rusted
Suffer with deaden to clean views dusted
Else you can live as usually adjusted
Raven:
Grief, loss unease
Leaven:
Modify transform
Rife:
Common
Deaden:
Dull pain
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