I'm a flower,
With every pedal plucked.
My stem the only reminder,
That I was beautiful.
I'm Hercules,
Before he new his father was a god.
Medusa,
Before she could turn men to stone.
And I'm Aphrodite,
With vengeance in my sight,
Because she knows love-
Is the only true light.
How could someone disrespect the sacred crown.
Throw the loyalty of love onto the ground.
With a torch in my hand-
I begin the Olympic Games.
Only this time,
I'll take the gold...
And shove it down your throat.
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Author:
MissileOfUncertainty (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 24th, 2018 00:47
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Comments2
I love this poem so much! The first stanza had me hooked. So relatable. I a agree with hodgetiger when I say "breathtaking!"
Love the way you describe your solid positive view of yourself whist revealing the tragedy of frailty of inner pain. This is how life is.
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