Trapped in the 21st Century
Mother, father, I beg for your aid - just look at the mess I have made
Even the shadiest stylists in LA - has decided to turn me away
Day in, day out, I feel out of place
Unable to meet people's gaze
Scared of turning another poor schmuck - into a lump of blackened, dead rock
At the moment, even Poseidon I miss - with his stale, unaffectionate kiss
YOU ARE READING
Graeae
PoetryThis month we are going to be writing poetry about Mythology. We welcome all members to join in to our July 2020 contest. Follow the Poets Pub to join in the fun!! Please help us in congratulating our winners: ~~ 1st Place ~~ ImperfectPsychotic04 ...
