For the next couple of weeks, I will be using The Odyssey as a work for expression on social issues, simple art, and sharing stories I create in videos, plays, etc. This is the first of many short poems I share for the simplicity of sharing a hidden message in the context of my poetry.

The End

Thick lavender scent buried in the flow of the misty-rose colored petals,

Calming you laugh, I choke, muted by silence.

Our decaying heartbeats slither up our spine like seething snakes,

9 pm, February 1st, tick, tock, the field open with chirping birds

The hourglass tips over and cracks,

Our ghost-like fingers grasp onto each other, in the endless sky blinded with paint

The trees rustling in the wind, this isn’t home anymore.

One look, two, as we fade, as we erase,