Pain’s But A Myth
Venomous pain the Algea injected
In anguish and torment my soul screamed
“Journey to dreamland” Hypnos muttered
“Drown misery in my lake of dreams.”
But Dionysus countered “Visit my vines,
Feast upon my sweet magical grapes
Submerge anguish in the lake of wine
Dream not in languor but while awake.”
Aphrodite said “I’ll bring Helen
She can kiss your anxieties away,
Frolic with her in Dionysus’ haven
While I hold Menelaus at bay.”
When Thanatos arrived he whispered –
“Down there anxieties have no domain
Hold tight my hands waiting is Hades
Let death vanquish distress and pain,”
Rhea came last took my hand and smiled
Her turret crown beamed comfort and ease
On her laps I cuddled like a child
Then she told me “Pain’s but a myth.”
Posted on May 25, 2016, in Love, Poetry, Tula and tagged Love, Poetry, Tula. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
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