Beautiful in Hindsight
By Jason C. Clement
Hemlock coated arrow pierces through your chest
striking deep and darker than you ever could’ve guessed;
how you long for safety, as you’re gasping to feel
the bitter, overwhelming shock of paralytic steel.
Your dreams betray you now, a smile upon their lips
they ate the sun alive, with death through every kiss;
And built a monument, your finely engraved tomb
our destinies fulfilled, Pandora’s seeds were sewn.
I talk like Aristotle, all these words inside my head;
You are like Alexander, arrogant upon your bed.
Beautiful in hindsight, false sensitivity’s dead;
Wouldn’t life be easier, if that wasn’t what we’d said?
Now you lie at sea, adrift with broken wings
the wax is melted off, your pride is scorned by kings;
lions feast upon your sorrow, bleeding your lungs dry,
tamed by aristocrats, whom sell you at first sight.
With a wicked grin, the moon entices love
who beckons angels come, to bring destruction from above;
how you long for the motherly embrace of night
To be encased by the damp and shallow wombs of life.
I talk like Aristotle, all these words inside my head;
You are like Alexander, arrogant upon your bed.
Beautiful in hindsight, false sensitivity’s dead;
Wouldn’t life be easier, if that wasn’t what we’d said? |
Submission Name: Beautiful in Hindsight
