Good morning, everybody. Happy Saturday! It’s been another little while since my last post, but I’ve got a really great one for you today. This one throws in a little bit of greek mythology for all you nerds out there. Without further ado, I hope you enjoy.
Purgatorio
Bounding, pounding, resounding…
nothing takes the pain away.
Medicate, premeditate,
nothing takes the shame away.
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So very still
does he sit,
upon his perch,
looking down at all the things;
“Why,” he wonders,
“are they all so far away?”
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“The One who put this all together,
can you see the very lies that you have told?”
“Can you see the very lives that you have sold?”
He would ask these questions of that One,
thinking himself so bold.
~
No answers will be given,
only grievance will be wrought,
and on his high-up perch,
he thinks he’ll roll a die.
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“One to three and I’ll be me,”
he trills to no one in particular.
“Four through six…,”
he laments
as he slowly turns his hand
and the die is cast into the Styx.
Poems by Sam 