The Never Healing Wound Poem by Saurav Khadka

Light cannot grab me, even if Apollo began to shrine,
Caroused the Titans of Gaia with Goblets full of nectar and wine.
I fell to the depth of the world split after it crumbled,
The elite of Olympus swooped, clutched with the bolt as the sky rumbled.

Me and my sword as it falls together,
Into the deep dark abyss like a heavy feather.
The breath of Tartarus obstructed my nose,
Even my own body became my foe.

Fighting the battles against scourges and doom,
The malevolent strength injured my life to gloom.
The Tartarus, filled with ferocity and despair,
Discouraging voices filled the air.

Confronting brutes at the dark abyss,
Celestial bronze turned the fiends to ash.
Wounded due to the cut of Imperial gold,
Mist blocked the darkness to Hecate's Cold.

No love, No Cupid to heal the unhealable wound,
The darkness engulfed me as I slumped to the ground.
The Cocytus swept me to the despair of the west,
Sorry Olympus! , I failed my quest.