April 30, 2011
By missyrissa BRONZE, Montclair, New Jersey
missyrissa BRONZE, Montclair, New Jersey
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I feel greatly disgraced by this epiphany

That you who were once so benevolent and sincere
Have recently turned in evil ways against me

Twisting my maids to serve their beds

Bidding for my wife while I was still alive

Master, mariner, and soldier

Was I not also still your king?

It sickens my soul

To see such a lack of faith in my return

Losing and sacrificing my men

To the endless perils I faced

Struggling to get back home

As from the beginning a curse was cast upon me

By Polyphemus

Untidy, cannibalistic son of Poseidon

It is demeaning to know that every second of each day

From the moment dawn spread its fingertips of rose

I dreamed of Ithaka

But you, who I no longer call my people

obtained selfish desires

This deep disgust

which has clouded me internally

has now transformed

Into a raging fire

Rapidly growing

The fury that has entangled me I cannot cage

For it is now like a flesh eating monster

Hungry for merciless revenge

So I tell you now

As you stand before me

Overcome with sickly green fear

That your last hour has come

You die in blood

The author's comments:
This poem was written for school, from the perspective of Odysseus the protagonist in THe Oddyssey. When he finally returned to his home after many years he didn't quite receive the greeting he expected. He saw instead that the people living in Ithaca (his home) had taken complete advantage of him being away for so long.

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