Poezja

My mother has a hold over me,
A hold I cannot break.
Every jealous plan
I must go along with.

Things will never change.
Something inside me is different.
Something strange.
I saw the woman, Psyche,

A woman so beautiful
My mother is jealous
Of the attention
She received.

I have found myself in her arms.
I no longer wish to obey my mother.
I must marry her.
The oracle hears my plea

And informs her family of me.
I will have her.
I give her my love
And receive her own.

But theirs a nagging feeling
In the back of my head.
Her sisters are strange.
I suspect they fill her head
With wrong assumptions.

I hope I am wrong.