there she was,
stuck in her own maze,
shady, darkened, arcane,
melancholic, enigmatic, uncanny,
incarnating Erebus herself, yet worse.
nobody knew how, nobody knew why,
a lacuna drawn in her heart,
whelving all her emotions away,
all she wanted was to absquatulate.
no one ever dared to come close,
no one ever dared to be assiduous to this river of Styx but one.
Ersa, Apollo, cupid, awaken to illuminate her path,
a miniscule smile instead of a frown in her face,
as a ray of sunshine in a pitch black hallway,
a cup of coffee in a front of the fireplace,
as a zephyr in a sunny day.
YOU ARE READING
loud thoughts, deafening silence [ Completed]
Poetrywe're all broken souls and need something to cure our scars.