My Lover's Name is Melpomene
When I asked of the most tragic
The words spoken
Are of similar fates
Lost hearts, broken bonds
And such wretched fates.
The stories writ are the same-
Telling predictable woes and triumphs
But hearts never fail to shudder
They never fail to weep.
Then why though does the same wheel continue to turn?
Speaking- promising a Nirvana or Paradise
While moving us towards chaos.
Tragedies are born at the side of intimate discord.
Gain
And loss.
Barred from soul's touch, kiss; gaze
Once again
Birth is destined to see them again
Alas this life is the only one the heart knows
So it breaks to leave to see yours.
And so we only hope for our next love.
Tragedies are born by the side of promises
Oaths
And Vows.
Such affections from which binding words
Flow
The heart knows; calls
"Friendship," "Brotherhood;" "Phileo".
Alas, this is the world's most abused soul tie
Also known as the most overlooked.
The little red string trembles every second at each corner of
The world
And many break or fade...
And so we hope for the time's river
To wash the pain away and bring
Us
Together again with our ends.
In this life...or the next.
"Promise?"
Tragedies are born from love.
In the care between anyone, two, or three
Family
Friends
Strangers.
Greeks sat contemplating
To think and box love
For control, praise, and worship.
Such is the limit of
Human
Intellect.
And 7 worlds did they discover
Where heartbreaks are borne
Endlessly.
Eros
Philia
Ludus
Pragma
Agape
Philautia
Storge
Pandora's Box has long since been
Open.
Has Hope flit by?
One told me of the pain of watching
Yourself fade away...
Alas.
Another whispered, "At one point
"It wouldn't ache."
Their empty eyes showed one word:
Release
Dead walking.
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To My Love: The Greek Muses
PoetryThe world is made up of many individuals; of many vocations, passions, character, viewpoints, culture, and race. However, the world's inhabitants can be simmered down to two sorts: The Creators and The Destroyers. For the love of life, we will spea...
