Acheron Poem, by Luke, at My poetic side

Motorcade of flesh;

follow the one in front.

Green grass slopes either side,

but I am content with cyanide

for I have a skip to my stride.

I move in a motion;

conviction and purpose.

I have no regard for the living -

I am the gift that keeps on giving

without any forgiving.

Chained to dull frolicking

and weary administration.

I am never free.

I can't hope to be

more than a delivery.

Night descends fast

and I swim through the cold.

But the engines keep turning

and I find myself burning

at the end of the river's concerning.

Author: Luke (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
Published: April 13th, 2017 10:09
Comment from author about the poem: This poem is about the stages of life as we progress from childhood to death. In Ancient Greek mythology, Acheron is the "River of pain" flowing through the Underworld, so I believed it was a fitting analogy for a river that we sail upon through our lives. Enjoy :)
Category: Short story
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