Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Apr 30
Beware the ides of March, they said,
But I had fallen heels over head
It was but the seventh day of January
and March looked a spot, far away

Aware of my own reality, I was-
But caught in her fantasy, too, I was-
So I spent February melancholy
With pens and journals, bottles and drugs

Alas the day came, lifted was the mist
of reverence and awe, and again I could see
The stab wounds slowly clotted and closed
Left scars of love etched in heart and skin
'Et tu Brute?'

Inspired by William Shakespeare's Julius Caesar.
Sparrow
Written by
Sparrow  24/M/India
(24/M/India)   
116
     Jules and annh
Please log in to view and add comments on poems