Apologies to Rob
I know she's gone. She never really liked it
Here. The sulfur smell, the heat, the lack
Of light, became too much for her, so she's
Gone back up to the surface to breathe freely,
To show off her beauty underneath the sun.
Another god will win her heart, and I will
Have to learn to live without my dear Persephone.
The lord of what he doesn't want, I'll see if
Someone else will come to share my meals
And speak to me, and silence that damned clock.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2019-06-07 at 03:31
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Pluto's Lament
The ticking of the clock is almost deafening.I know she's gone. She never really liked it
Here. The sulfur smell, the heat, the lack
Of light, became too much for her, so she's
Gone back up to the surface to breathe freely,
To show off her beauty underneath the sun.
Another god will win her heart, and I will
Have to learn to live without my dear Persephone.
The lord of what he doesn't want, I'll see if
Someone else will come to share my meals
And speak to me, and silence that damned clock.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
Read 121 times
Written on 2019-06-07 at 03:31
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