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Hercules’ 13th Labor-Poem

Updated: Feb 19, 2023

I was expected to hold up the sky,

Stay waist-deep, buried in the earth,

And look like Adonis everyday.


You wanted a spectacle,

Sunny-eyed bright smile,

A jawline that framed a handsome grin


You had me run for miles

in 100 degree heat,

Build legs that never falter,

Arms that could carry you across a desert.


But it wasn’t enough.


And *that’s* how you killed me.

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