E.A.P. Poem by Joseph Cross

I am not gone.
My spirit lingers here,
Through the works of my past.
Darkness never filled my soul,
Though many believe it did.
My life was devoted,
To the art of eternal dreams,
To bringing to life the terrors,
That most men refused to face.
The pendulum still swings,
In the back of someone’s mind.
The tale-tell heart and the blue glass eye,
Still haunt the dreams of those who know,
A poet, a writer, a dreamer, cannot truly die.
Though the cry of nevermore,
No longer fills my ancient home,
The raven has moved on,
To find a new victim.
The count can wall my heart up,
And usher’s house may fall,
But they will always return in time.
I am not gone,
Merely traveling deep,
Within the hearts of those few who understand.
I am not gone.