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This is a piece I started a long time ago in an excercise in classical-style literature. It’s basically a long poem, The Odyssey style (but not nearly as long). I just recently finished it, but I think I sortof missed the mark. Any comments?

Further and further and out to the sea
Our love echoed for all the see
Over the birds and under the moon
Word sailed through from blue lagoon

But why, it can be said,
Is a tragedy;
Are we apart?
Are we dead?

Well, clear your head, grab a pot
Start a fire, cozy up
For what you’re to hear
S’full of intrigue, passion, and the tears she brought

We were married, once, mad in love
Set our eyes under the stars above
To each other, our gazes set
Sealing our love with no regret

Lust matched only by passion
In a fire soothed by moist breath
We loved by day through dawn
Never a wink of sleep, never a yawn

But this wasn’t famous
Nothing more than our lust
Our love was firm
But when came all the fuss?

Well, that’s the sad part.

One fine morning I woke to dawn
Only to see that my love had gone
Her sheets were cold, her imprint faded
Showed that she’d been missing long

She had free spirit
So I wasn’t worried
Prepared my morning
Late, so hurried

Maybe she made breakfast, bacon and eggs
Took to the kitchen as she did to her legs
No, I thought, she’s gone to her mothers
What was I thinking? She hates her little brother.

Was excited that morning, as I normally was not
Usually I was angry and quiet: the devil’s rot
But today, I was zesty. Last night was bliss
Still quivering from her beauty, her gentle kiss.

Hoping to see her there, I jolted down the stairs
Belting whoops, whistling away all of my cares
Rounded the bend, almost lost my stride
Thrown off by the excitement of my devoted bride

But upon landing
My heart dropped, my eyes teared
For what came next, demanded my fears

The lamp was overturned
Light on

The televisions were gone
All three

My couch was cushionless
Coins gone

Everything was gone. My poor house
It was ravaged, raped, destroyed for no reason

But of that, I cared not above
Her, my new bride, my one true love

I searched and panicked, pulling my hair
I overturned tables and all of my chairs
Into the kitchen I tripped on a pot
But through all of that? My lover was not

I called the police to make my query
Shouted and stumbled on words so dreary

But winced at the tone

The tone was naught

Was the killer still here? Paranoia struck
I wandered around, wishing myself luck
Balling my fists, clenching my teeth
I summoned all the fury beneath

But nothing was there

Collapsed on the floor to collect my thoughts
And through the curtain a silhouette did walk

I shot up, hoping to see her support
Ran to the door, already unlocked
But what did I see when I opened the thing?
I big burly biker, nick named Babe

Off my feet I flew
What’s this fist in my face?
Looked up in time to see black boot
Straight to my stomach, it fell

On my back I stared at the ceiling
Waiting for the behemoth to off me
But behind the beast an angel appeared
It was her, to save me, my lover, dear

But what was that look?
Distant.

Her face told me she wasn’t her.
Alien.

A slight bit of sympathy, I think
My lover, dear

“Shit, he’s up,” she said, hand on her head
“I told you to hurry,” said to the Ogre well fed
His voice was pitched, out of place: “Whoops”
No sympathy there, “He’s down anyway…”

Then, I blacked out, wanted to die
Washed out in the world that was all a lie
Thought right then I’d never again shine
I awoke, a boot to my cheek, her eyes to mine

“Thanks for the diamond, hun,” she scolded, blowing a kiss
My beautiful bride, who I already missed

Out the door
To their bike
They sprinted

But what happened next is why I’m here.

The roar of a motorbike, laughs in tow
Driving away, Wow! it was a great show
But a siren? No a horn, blared through the air
A crash, a screech, ended my stare

I lept up, ran to see
The wonderful world
Now bloodied

For the biker had tried but failed to pass
A minivan driven by a speedy young lass
An oncoming truck, no smaller than a shack
The timing, the quickness, the biker did lack

What I saw was blood on the grill,
Blood on the pavement, gave me a chill
The bike had pinned them as the truck kept moving
Removed their limbs and part of their head

So right then and there, I knew it was time
Time to run

Forgot about all of my belongings
Even my books

Oh well, I needed to get away from it all

And so I drove here, as you see me now
Please admit me, or at least tell me how
I can forget how I lost my body
And within minutes, also lost my mind.

Maybe I can forgive
Maybe I can forget
Maybe.
In time.