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Response to Robert Browning's My Last Duchess
To be in this world is my requiem for a dream,
a passion that came unto me before I was born
From the moment I chewed on the juicy, golden fruit
to the smile of the gentle bumblebee on my nose
I knew that this was where I wanted to be
I did not remember my past lives
I have forgotten who I had once been
and I did not care why I was there
All I knew was that this was heaven
where I longed to be and deserved
after owing my dues
my sacrifices were paid
From the angelic winter soft snow
to the tweeting of sweet spring
From the lazy shepherd’s dog of summer
to the multi-colored splatter of autumn
Everything was perfect.
Until one day, the shifting in the darkness
had stripped away my wings
the tapping in the shadows had reached
the gates of heaven
and tore my soul from the isles of paradise
to the hollow jaws of hell
Why?
What?
Whom?
Tell me.
Have I done anything wrong to offend you, hurt you, sir?
Whence lie my sins, my unabsolved tributes?
Was there something you wanted to show me
in these caves of Tartarus
some sparkle in the mud?
I haven’t been able to find it
maybe I haven’t looked hard enough.
But whatever it is, I will find it for you
My dear, in the blackness I slither and slather
and in these stone walls I am searching
I will please you, I promise!
And when I find your holy grail,
we will be once again re-united as one.
Once again, may I taste the cherry on my friend’s lips,
and see the sunlight of monarchs
fluttering, floating over the honey orchard.
But for now, I dig with my greyed-out nails,
my claws,
the truth you seek.
In the slowly disappearing woods I tread this maze
until I find my way out.
Alone.
In silence.
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