Home » Charts » Poetry » Hercules

Hercules

I didn't know where I was at first. It looked like life,sounded like life, tasted like life but I wasn't alive. I slowly went down. I've just felt the light fading, the blue of the sky became grey and I went darker and darker, deeper and deeper... I've lost my soul. As I walked, I didn't know if I'll ever come back to life but I've learned what Hell is: A person. Hell tried to crash my faith as down as it crashed my soul, as faith is always stronger, it won. Faith convinced me that even if I started the journey like Orpheus, I have to end it like Hercules. So, that's how I became Hercules.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

Related entries

Because Angels Are In White…

The poem is on Doctors who were heroes to us in the time of Covid-19

The Book is Being Written

How we observe and how we reflect.

The Dreary Faceless

The observations and reflections of a traveller in a foreign land.

The Model House

The facades of a perfect home.

The Woman Who

This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.