I Might Be in the Underworld

I Might Be in the Underworld

A Poem by Truman S. Booth
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At least that's how it feels.

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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. Booth


Author's Note

Truman S. Booth
If you catch all the references in this... then I love you.

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Added on March 1, 2012
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Truman S. Booth
Truman S. Booth

the Bubble, UT



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I 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..

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