Prophecy
Apollo the Oracle, granted me a gift
To see the future, trapped in a rift
Swirling with the storm, the wind
In every poem, every story I ever penned
Prophecy came true, in uncanny ways
As if I caused the events to unfold, I may
Have drawn future’s intertwined with myth
Eventually came true, a curse or a bliss?
In a tale I penned, a pilot's fate was spun,
A crash led to silence, my story begun.
Years passed, life's course took an unexpected turn,
A heart's sudden pause, a mute feeling to discern.
Was it Apollo’s design, a prophecy made true?
Or life's intricate weave, not foreseen in view?
Through verse and rhyme, emotions find their flight,
In poetry's realm, where shadows alight
A story once penned, now echoes in life's art,
Not self-fulfilled, but a journey, a poetic heart.
Silent in some ways, yet words paint the hue,
Expressing depths unseen, in lines fresh and true.
My life’s odyssey, expressed in poetic chart
Myth and Fate entwined in my silent heart
Maxwell O’Reilly
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