Prophecy

 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