Author's note: The following poem was published in Spanish language on my Hive blog, in May 5th, 2021.
Source of the image: Pexels
You asked me once
if I was happy with you
or in the surface,
where life and light reign.
My answer was frank and honest:
I don't find you disgusting
but not very attractive either;
I don't find you entirely guilty
but not very innocent either.
I learned by bad luck,
through the rumors of Styx,
that you asked my father for advice
naively despite being
the oldest of the three sons
of Cronos and Rea.
A mistake, a big mistake was
to ask for advice to the one
who don't give a damn on
the feelings of his sister-wife's feelings,
whom he "cheats" with many women
who not always accept his charms.
It was on his advice that you acted,
trying to understand that feeling
alien to your world, to your kingdom,
thinking that I would love you at all
as if it were one of the many
of my father.
I can't blame you for your action
because you were ill advised;
actually, I can't blame you
for anything, except your affairs
with Minthe and Leuce.
I like this poem.
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