Rome – Pydna (43 BC)

Great Olymp
I’m trying to comprehend
The circumference of influence
How far away do i need to travel
Just to feel free of your grasp

I think i found the answer
Erato oh dearest
Mute the words those whispers
When I am with mouths that speak different
When I am enamoured with a voice not Yours
My own extinguishes

Damocles send word
I’ve fallen to the muses
For Melpomene – for Tragedy
A grotesque choice
Between silence and heart break
For a love
Not mine to bear or take

Yet taken am I
broken by the the longing
To hold more than whispers

But I know my fate.

I sit and listen
And Wait.

(Death for Inspiration)