Demetrius and Helena

A poem based on Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream

Aniah

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Disc: I own nothing but my mind, and what is therein. Dedicated to scorned lovers everywhere.

"…Why should the world be otherwise,

In counting all our tears and sighs?

Nay, let them only see us while,

We wear the mask"

-Paul Laurence Dunbar

Pale hands on my hips

Wanting to support and I let them

Eyes of azure sky blink widely

He didn't mean to…he didn't know.

Surprise, denial, flee away

I am in the dust of departure

With the smell of his aftershave

Lingering in my mind

Sure, he will resign, it was a dark night

I in stature and voice am quite alike

Another friend, another love of his

But he is unforgiving stone, upheaval inside.

Now he does pass me by day-a-day

Eyes scornful, dismayed at himself.

I try to remember the captured embrace

Of his innocent and pale hands.

Warm, caring, and not mine.
I do not condone my tears.