Just like Orpheus,
I descended.
Though,
my digression was
for different
reasons.
Yeah, I tried to
rescue you from
your hell.
Bring you out of
the degradation,
the debauchery.
It smelled like
vomit and piss.
The swine squealed.
The harpies shrieked.
And,
I looked
too long.
I became you.
Thank God I escaped.
Fate dragged me
out by the scruff
of my neck.
You've made it
your home,
but, I will never
visit your underworld
again.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 19th, 2025 13:01
- Comment from author about the poem: This a re-post. My book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems is available on Amazon.com, and my limited edition e-book, Rise Up Collected Poems and Short Stories is available on Booksie.com
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Comments1
A different Orpheus and in this metaphor one is drug to the underworld. Very nicely penned
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