Treasure Island

darren thomas


To some
it is a beast,
to others
that beast
is Heracles
labours –

we shared the same dark,
slept inside each other’s black
hunted our lies and our preys together;
there is always room
for yet another shadow
to take their place,

you left with strength and grace
never turn back, back turn never,
there is a garden upon this earth
where its nature is too much
for any beast to dwell

so I have to imagine
that you are sitting in Hesperides
together with the other nymphs,
tasting the colour of its apples;

leave me to this world
where the beast will torment me
and I will torment the beast
so you can sit for a time
in the light, in the sun,
amongst the flowers of truth
and your peace.

Submitted: Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 08, 2013

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