Hades

Out of what fumarole issued this darkness,
And when? My eyes sting. I can't see
The sky. Have I always been broken?
Is this what I learned from my parents,
Who, I recall, both were morose? Childhood
Traumas? I suffered my share, among them,
Perhaps, the arrival of siblings, trespassers
Onto my once-promised land. I have no way
Of telling, nor can I go back to pour earth
On the vent, to extinguish the burning
And smoke. No, I stay near its edge, and I
Gasp. My eyes water. I stagger through
Unending night.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-10-22 at 23:33

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