Someone I know was about to publish hoz third poetry book but then it all got lost
I hate when that happens. Technology could suck so much sometimes. In June my tablet got damaged as I kicked it during an anxiety attack not knowing it was on my bed and it bumped into a sharp edge. So in light of that, I wrote a poem. Mostly with him in mind. Also because if he had to be a Greek mythology character, he'd totally be Orpheus.
When Hades granted permission
To retrieve
Eurydice, he
warned
Do not look back.
But Orpheus
turned, still,
to see if she was alright
As she faded out of sight
He had the itch he couldn't reach
The itch I cannot reach,
The loss of a poem,
But the loss of a series?
That's my Eurydice
Fading away
I just want to hold her, again
Compile a book to keep her together
I can look back,
without her disappearing
I attack the air
But I could not grasp
The essence
Slipping through
My fingertips
Like a sieve with sand
There's nothing I could do
To reach the burning itch