• Escape

    by Shyla Atchison

    Again, it’s hard to stand.
    I need your crutch.
    Dionysus, take my hand.

    I want to reach your holy land.
    Bless me with your touch.
    Again, it’s hard to stand.

    Dionysus, let me disband.
    It’s all too much.
    Dionysus take my hand.

    Without you my will is weak, and
    You’re the only thing I can clutch.
    Again, it’s hard to stand.

    Dionysus, you turn bad to grand.
    If it isn’t asking too much,
    Dionysus, take my hand.

    You always understand
    The only help I need is your touch.
    Again, it’s hard to stand.
    Dionysus, take my hand.

     

    posted to Cedar Street Times on September 26, 2013

    Topics: Young Writers' Corner

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