The Other Half Of Me

Relating myth to everyday life is a poet's job. This is my attempt at that. Can you figure out what I'm referencing?

Cursed to live a life,

 

Alongside half of me,

 

Where I go is all I know,

 

For I hath not denied,

 

As I now feel torment,

 

My skin burning, seething,

 

Surviving, crawling, mocking,

 

Lasting, such tedious pain.

 

 

The maker was wrong,

 

He is the lying king,

 

One of borrowed time,

 

He rips the wings so,

 

Made not for rebellion,

 

Flying crooked now,

 

With one wing,

 

Slanted am I, now.

 

 

Don’t waste blood,

 

Doeth no tears,

 

Possess no fear,

 

For your creator,

 

He’ll deceive hearts,

 

Played as his cards.

 

 

Nothing replaced my soul,

 

Heavy burden be it so,

 

Doing what’s right,

 

Is blotting the light,

 

Canceling my heart,

 

To belong to the dark.

 

 

What is being human?

 

I may never know,

 

It appears so pure,

 

Enticing it seems,

 

My earnest belief,

 

Is it entrapment?

 

I know not,

 

In this spell cast,

 

A web, I’m caught,

 

Please, don’t release me,

 

Keep me, oh, keep me.

 

 

It was worth the fall,

 

To see you here,

 

Dwelling in the hearth,

 

I want to know everything,

 

 I don”t know at all,

 

Which is all of you,

 

The true keepers of truth.

Author's Note

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