Oh, sweet Aphrodite
Gentle as she can be
Can't hold a candle against
Her animosity.
Feather touches and honey-drowned words
Can't drown out the screams she says I deserve.
Fair goddess, don't be so modest.
Let me lift you up that cold, old pedestal of yours.
She sings, "Follow Icarus,
Building a staircase to reach the sun."
Well, I'm standing here on Earth,
To catch myself with when it's all done.
I've a lot of time to spare,
And, oh, so much space between my arms.
Better to hold myself with
When the war is painful, dead, and won.
YOU ARE READING
As Tears Filled Up my Eyes
PoetryA collection of original poetry strung together. Each chapter is a single poem that can stand alone and does not need to be read in any particular order to be understood.
