My Dead Hercules

Inspired by 'I Need A Hero' by Ella Mae Bowen.

Where are you?

My Hercules?

To save me from this real-world.

I'm holding on by threads,

By one unborn child.

But is it enough?

Can someone throw me a line,

To pull me to my feet,

Out of this dark pit trapping out the light.

I need a hero,

I'm holding out for a hero.

Won't you come rescue me?

Keep me from the obsidian waves,

To keep me strong and brave.

I slip farther and farther,

Please,

I need you, my hero,

But you are dead in a hole,

Deep in the ground,

Below my feet,

Calling for me to stand up and fight.

I can see the light,

Small and thin in front of me.

Far away, but enough to bring me to my feet.

The light grows, as a small girl takes my hand.

I smile as I walk with her toward the light.

My back starting to ache, but I keep walking.

Smiling as my stomach grows,

Slowly over time as I walk with the little girl.

Reviews

[Vatsal Rohilla (account..]

Sometimes we are so badly stuck in a situation or are constrained to come at a standstill by the circumstances that we have this strong cry for some help, which here comes out as a cry for help to Hercules. Good one. Keep writing.