Beautiful Persephone whispered to me not to eat the
pomegranates
But I did not listen
My stomach burned as it was too late
Now my time in hell is a constant whisper
Guards stand by at my tortured gate
Such anguish I feel ever so deep
No one’s there to rescue
me
Even though the shattering screams never stop
A prisoner of these perceptions
There are no heroes to cradle me in their arms
Only the fire burning in my mind
Moments of weakness almost touching heaven
Ruminations of the blackness
That owns my aching soul
So close to my own demise
Hush Hush, just hide it inside
The Goddess Mania, embodiment of madness, has always come to
catch me
And make me insane again
I bear witness to my mind’s cracking
As I stare at the bowl of pomegranates on the table.
Juliet Wilkerson
©August 22, 2005