A Mythical Reality

by Weasel Rissy

A short poem I decided to share with the world. About a woman who sees mythical beasts that others don't.

A Mythical Reality

Everyone says myths are nothing but rot.

But I say they are more real than a wee tot.

I see what you see as clear as a four meter pole.

But when you try seeing what I see it's as if you're in a bog hole.

I turn around and jump around and still the myths are real.

You swerve around and turn around until you see nothing but a deal.

You go off and become a rich ol' feller.

While I stay behind and become the crazy story teller.

You come back sad, like a man leaving his hometown to Prague.

For I am lying in bed dying of the ominous black plague.

You say you pity me when really I pity you.

For you cannot see things the way I do.

So I lift my hand and pass it over your eyes.

And drift away into the sleep that says all good byes.

If I saw your face I would have probably started laughing.

For you now caught sight of the demonic ratling.

You go outside and look around.

For now you see everything I saw when I was on the ground.

But now I'm in it and you now know my fatality.

Now live my life in the mythical reality.

This was a small poem I wrote while in poetry class and I decided to share some of my poems with the world. This poem is based on one person who can see what others can't and in death passes it on to a child hood friend who now grown has become successful. To me this is one of my best short poems that I've written so far. I hope you all like it and what not so have a nice day!