Tag: trochaic tetrameter

Gnawing, biting, bleeding, wounding
Yet not ever killing. Hanging
On, a chained ball dragged, reminder
Constant of what’s undone, ended
That will not return, not ever.
Orpheus walks out from Hell, but
No Eurydice then follows.
Look, or don’t look back, it matters
Not. There’s nothing to regain there.
Gone, gone, never coming back now. 
Forward is the only option,
But it forces him to turn back.
Hold, great singer, hold fast. Forward
Go. Let not its teeth ensnare you.

meter: trochaic tetrameter
form: blank verse

Then, when all have gone who knew me;

Then, when all are dead and dust and

No remains still prove I lived here,

No eternal desperate markers

Telling future times, “I was, once.”

Truly I will not have been, so,

Was I even here, then, at all?