Like Zeus then from Olympus high
I watch the traffic passing by,
And wonder if to intervene
Upon the lives that I have seen.
Some seem well set upon their way,
Others seem to me to stray
Down paths that can not lead to joy
For any mortal girl or boy.
To steer them true might be fond love
Descending to them from above.
I muse this thought and feel my scars,
As reason so with pity spars.
My wisdom wears me like a cloak,
And from my heart all love does choke.
Ive seen too much to risk at all
On chances slim and very small;
Too often my brave heart has bled
Though oaths that broke and thanks unsaid.
I'll leave my majesty in tact
And let some younger god then act,
With hope yet in his heart for men.
I will not be that god again.
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Author:
Jabberwocky (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Jeez, comparing myself to Zeus! What a narcissist!
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We all make judgements and interventions as if we were a god yet how fallible we are and in fact so are the gods. Very nicely written with rhyme and good flow it sings to me.
Nice, loved the flow
Thank you, I mostly write in rhyme and metre, I try to get the flow right. I'm glad it worked for you.
What a powerful piece, Jabberwocky. The speaker still recognizes suffering and feels the impulse to intervene, but too many betrayals have turned compassion into self-protection. Passing the responsibility onward feels weary rather than cruel…and terribly human. Excellent write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
You've been reading my mail!
Cheers
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