GRIEF Poem: The Grief of Achilles, by Kendra Chacon

Hold back your rage,
Aristos Achaion,
Your pride and anger
Slow down and take in your loss
Of your deep love
Please don’t throw yourself to death
Who awaits you out in the battle
And you know it’s true
It has been the will of the gods since the beginning
But please, swif- runner,
Spare your Achaeans the grief
The grief that tears away at you now.
The grief that causes your knees to give out
Digging your hands into the soot and filth beneath you
Tearing into your hair
Suffocating on your sobs
A grief so shaking that your mother, Thetis,
Hears your pain from her home in the depths of the sea.
Please, Achilles,
Allow yourself to grieve
Before running into action
Think on what must be done
Before avenging your fallen confidant
Your dearest lover,
Patroclus.

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