The following story was submitted for Hades’ Royal Writing Contest on July 2020 in the “In the Pantheon” group
It must be the feeling of it that traps me
And gets me to return to it over and again
The sheer weight of it engulfing me every time
Inescapable in its allure, at least to someone like me
It is the circle of life. It goes on and on
There are no breaks to that feeling, it seems
Just enough of a pause to breathe and rise again
And then I take the dive, heart first once more
I do it because it is the only way I know
How to be. Be me.
So, the ritual stands through my living days
The meet, the talk, the smile, the funny jokes
All that food for thought and its magnetic affect
Giant leaps of the heart, unguarded and unsure
I blast through. A rocket seeking the sun
The blast is like a bomb, and to a bomb it reverts
Ticking away to its inevitable end of another explosion
And the unspeakable pain that comes over and over
The proof of insanity so evident as I repeat the pattern
Does it always happen? Yes, it does.
For someone in control, this is out of control
I know where the path leads, yet I still choose to take it
I am the shiny new toy soon to be tossed aside
Therein lies the crux of it all. The reason for all the pain
My heart loves getting trampled. It really does.
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