I was Eurydice and you were my Orpheus,
But you never cared to look over your shoulder.
You fastened your pace and I failed to follow,
Left in a land even darker and colder.

No music, no colors, no hope, no you,
I tried to scream but my lips were on fire.
So I swallowed the flames and called out your name.
I was a muse with no one to inspire.

So I drowned in thick silence,
On my bruised lips just one name.
For I was still Eurydice,
But my Orpheus never came.

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Amanda Graham

Amanda Graham

Editor at NY Literary Magazine
Amanda holds an M.A. in History. She loves well-written poetry and romance novels. Amanda has 2 cats and a 3-year-old son.
Amanda Graham