Pain’s But A Myth
Tricked by Eros, I was brokenhearted
In anguish and torment my soul screamed
“Journey to my dreamland,” Hypnos muttered
“Drown misery in the lake of dreams.”
Dionysus countered, “Visit my vines
Then feast upon my sweet magical grapes
Submerge your anguish in the lake of wine
Let the spirits engulf all of your cares.”
Aphrodite said, “I will bring Helen
She can kiss your anxieties away,
Frolic with her in Dionysus’ haven
While I’m holding Menelaus at bay.”
And when Thanatos arrived, he whispered
“Down there anxieties have no domain
Now, hold tight my hands, waiting is Hades
Let death vanquish all your distress and pain.”
Rhea came last, took my hand and smiled
Oh her turret crown beamed comfort and ease.
On her laps I just cuddled like a child
Then she whispered, “Know that pain’s but a myth.”
Posted on November 11, 2017, in Poetry, Sadness, Tula and tagged Poetry, Sadness, Tula. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
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