justanotherlittletorturedpoet

[justanotherlittletorturedpoet]

“The Gods”

I can’t help but adore Greek Mythology 

I despise the actions of some 

But I fall for the stories of there poetic tragedies The loss that takes your breath so far from your lunges you feel the agony wash over like a wave of grief The stunning uprise of such astounding love that you can't help but just awe the trials one could go through The foundations built off such tales that its impossible not to sit and breathe in for a moment maybe more

But based on the foundation of Greek Mythology 

Everything has a god 

Every concept holds a god  Every myth holds the tongue of a gods influence Every touch blessed with the potential possibilities these particles hold the touch of a gods shroud

And I sit here and wonder 

Then what god would be the reasoning for my pain 

What god would I have to have prayed to in the hopes they aid my agonizing pain 

Which god would be the reasoning for such chronic deficiency that my body has been given 

Which god would have foretold such proficy 

How would Hades aid me?

Where would he place me? 

In tartarus or Elysium for the sake of not being a hero 

But for the sake of fighting as though I was achilles 

To the point that every breath was a war  To the point that every choice was a strategy calculated for me tolive another day against this chronic illness

Neither Aries nor Athena could comprehend and for once maybe agreed upon this battlefield That I was like no other

But the question twists...

A warrior to whom again?

To myself? That's doubtful 

So would Hades place me upon  Elysium for the sake I did not act out when I could have 

For the sake I could have followed Ares valiant rage That blessed my own That let my anger flood my veins so much so my timid attitude for a mere second bleed out like a bull 

Only to then choose to bottle this opportunity for another time..… Would I touch Elysium

For the sake I managed to live so long Doing what I can so I am not a burden to anything but to my bitten back tongue Would I touch Elysium

For the sake that I did not harm but very well could have because no one could understand such pain rising in this deficient body So for once I made them?   

Or could it have been the sake 

That Hades decided to take pity on such a tired 

Young 

Soul 

Only I’m no orpheus 

Yet I wonder 

Possibly for a moment 

Potentially 

If maybe I have it all wrong

That maybe 

I myself

May not be a warrior Nor a god 

But maybe 

Just a worn out tired soul 

Worth the breath of Elysium's restful peace  For a restful peace is something I have yet to taste......

[justanotherlittletorturedpoet]

Freedome 

Such a pretty thing 

Such a sweet sweet thing 

Such a lively feeling 

Such a energetic rise of pheromones 

It’s something I tend to crave more than I could ever express 

It’s something I dwell on more than I’d like to admit 

It’s something that I repeat sentences of 

“Once I get over this appointment I’ll have a blizzard from Dairy Queen” 

“After this test, I’ll go home and dream of someplace far far away” 

“When I’m done hurting here I’ll go swimming with my brother” 

“When I’m done with the medical bullshit I’ll travel” 

“After this I'll run like the wind and never look back” 

“Once this surgery is over I'll never dwell again and I'll finally live” 

“Once I'm home I'll never ask why I'll demand a new tomorrow” 

All the same in the end 

Constant sentences That set me in the future never the present because I can’t bear this world I’m in for another minute 

The test are draining 

The news is consistent yet never ending 

The life tormenting 

The conditions daunting 

The medication terrifying 

The hospital doors a faint yet fresh memory  Waiting to be processed

And as I sit like a swan in a cage 

I think 

Freedom How Sweet Could You Be?