Dead flowers little the green grounds of August
What are expectations but misaligned hopes?
Feel reluctant to give up my expectations
They look beautiful - even in their dead beauty
Speaking of a future that has always been rooted in dreams of the past
- One dream in particular of a man that brought all the misaligned dreams together
Persephone whispers from the beyond
Wanting you to see that death is necessary for life to grow
She frolics the fields with her mother Demeter in merriment
Never fully able to enjoy what will be taken away
Oh, the pain of lost expectations
The lies Mama would spin - that the joyful, carefree summer days can continue forever
Love, it bemoans and spites her
It never believes one can be loved just for being
It haunts her, taunting her, telling her, "You know what is going to happen, so why bother trying? I'm not the man you want me to be."
And life is as pitiable as Hades himself
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The Last Mermaid
PoetryEver had a dream you confused with life? Ever feel yourself slipping away into the waves? Ever feel that you've just gathered wings to fly away from this mess? Well... you have. You may be one of the last mermaids. Part anthology, part diary of grie...
