The Other Side of the River Styx

It is not a wish for death,

but a wish to have more reason for life that

draws me towards the Plutonian shore;

I sense no dread as my tempest-tossed bark

verges upon this permanent night’s embankment.

What holds the Earth for me?

A soul? A purpose?

And yet I cannot see

beyond dense, thorny, and addled mind

to retrieve the sense of purpose

that once felt I, yet have lost in the muck and mire

of living.

If, with Styx, collides my soul

perhaps Charon would free, deeming me unfit for Hades.

I should untie my tongue and offer forth the obol

for my conveyance, but I’d rather swim.

Perhaps the River would wash away

the melancholy and remind me of what

life lies within. New baptised and full to brim;

rediscovered self – I choose my old familiar shore.

 

 

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