I Might Be in the UnderworldA Poem by Truman S. BoothAt least that's how it feels.As Orpheus of old I sing For one I loved and lost, But much unlike the music king My Styx cannot be crossed And unlike sweet Eurydice She tripped not over scales But wore a spiraled serpent, see? From knuckle to her nails It twists around her finger like The snakes of Dante’s Hell Inside the pit of thieves they
strike, Identities dispel Am I a thief for wanting more When she had found a friend? Is she a hellish serpent for Encouraging the end? A sinless Satine and a Christian
with doubt The fire unlit is the worst to go
out Though dead in my heart she
continues to breathe While I bash my bones as I scream
and I seethe And she can tell anyone This is her song, But that doesn’t help me Feel any less wrong © 2012 Truman S. BoothAuthor's Note
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Added on March 1, 2012 Last Updated on March 1, 2012 AuthorTruman S. Booththe Bubble, UTAboutI am a young writer, but I believe that talent knows no age--although they tend to increase together. There are a few things I love, and a few things I hate. I love language, piano, animated movie.. more..Writing
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