Medusa

Wrote this in 2012 or 2013, after my first breakup.

Medusa came to call on me, and mores the fool I’ve been

I sweetly let her in

I tasted life upon her lips, but kept my eyes well shut

to give in was their god’s own sin, to hold out was to strut

she gave me wha’ she honored dear, because I asked her so

‘twas all that I could know

then I found that stead of stone, my flesh was ripped to raw

I looked around and wondered what might make this change occur

but in the passing of events, my mind was all a’blur

slow darkness I could see

medusa came again one day, and as the fool I lay

I sweetly let her stay

again ripped into, flesh pulled loose, I

found my heart, and had to choose

and so I hardened, shifting skin

deciding not to live again

at first it hurt, but soon was fine

in fact, it even felt sublime

I knew this time; my way would stand

and took it with an even hand

once more medusa came to me, and wise I’ve learned to play

I sent her thence, away

but in the darkness, this I know

when lights are dim, and thoughts are slow

when time stops rumbling

I hear no beat

medusa will walk down my street

and call on me again one day

no matter how I learn to play

and then I will meet with my match

a choice, twixt me and me

and in the end, I think I know

that more's the fool I’ll be

Author's Note

line break is a one beat pause, comma is a half beat pause

Reviews

[M.R Steiner]

wow you really know your stuff, have you been doing this long? :) loved it