A trip to hades

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This poem is about a man who slept or died( This part was left unanswered so that you'll chose what best suits you) and dreamt he went to hades(The land of the dead) which was happy, lively and the total opposite of what he believed it to be.

Submitted: June 28, 2017

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After a ten and two score years, with a wife and a dog to tell the tale, I floated across this world in a mist like, cloudy form. I watched my wife weep and cried as my dog howled but my hand of comfort passed through their face and simply made matters worse. Floating aimlessly around, I landed in a palace of gold with chairs of bones but the bones weren't scary, not at all, they exuded an aura of royalty. I saw girls dancing and women merrying. I saw boys laughing and men, loud and lousy. I even saw the spirit of my sire, happy and glad, to his true nature, an irony. This place wasn't a land of tears and gnashing. It wasn't, as kids, as we were made to believe. A total opposite of the bed time stories we were told. Unconsciously, I pondered, Is my spirit in the wrong room or is my trip to hades a fragment of a sleeping man's dream? Mz_Rhymes


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