So I wrote this poem when I was 13 I guess and it was heavily influenced by the greek and roman mythology books I was interested in at the\at time plus it didn't help that I was reading Homer's poems so it might be different than what I have posted so far but still, I hope you like it.

I skidded across the empty roman streets while the people watched the gladiator draw its last breath

And there in the middle of the isolated street, I watched a shadow move with stealth

My duty as a watchman provoked me and with the feeling of a noble cause I pursued the igniter of my caged curiosity

I soon came to realize that my victim to be was not a man but a mere woman

who moved from one stall to another clearly unaware of my watchful eye.

"What you be doing here lady?" I bellowed

And she turned towards me letting me see her for the first time.

I tried to breathe but my breath was knocked out of my lungs

For there in front of me was the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on,

She was the aphrodite of the Greeks, the venus of the Romans

I gazed upon the woman around whom an aura of splendor hung

What harm could such a beauty cause, my heart suggested, regretting my former atrocity

My brain, however, was idle of such thoughts and in a harsh voice that I hardly recognized, I found myself saying

"You have no task being here, your actions arise one's suspicion," I said.

"Why do you show cruelty to a woman burdened with sadness," she said in a soft voice.

And before I could stop myself I laughed,

For how can a woman be burdened with sadness when her face radiated such pure joy

"You, burdened with sadness? Save yourself the trouble for I am not to be trapped by such fantasies"

"There are things one sees not. This beauty you find so appealing is a curse for me,

For why would I like to look beautiful when my heart is torn in pieces"

And then a glistening tear rolled down her cheeks, followed by many more.

Before long, her face was streaked with tears and glistened in the evening light

I am going to tell you my story, more miserable than the tales of old,

More sorrowful than anything ever before

For once, I too, was happily wed and cared for my two sons and husband day and night

But on that accursed day, my husband brought home a foul to be sacrificed to the Gods.

My sons played among themselves howling with laughter.

My elder son said to his brother, "shall I show you how to kill the fowl and skin it?"

And taking a knife from the kitchen he let it slide playfully across the youngster's neck

The younger one howled with laughter but that laugh was the last he ever laughed

For by mistake, my son let the knife fall and it stuck right across my beloved's neck

Blood gushed from his slender neck and I screamed and screamed and screamed

My son afraid to face his father's wrath, took flight and I haven't seen him since

burdened with sorrow, my husband went into the mountains to look for our remaining son

Night fell but he didn't come, instead, another corpse found its way through our doors

For he had fallen from the narrow ledges and joined my younger son in death

Now I search for my son the only straw stopping me from tumbling into that fiery chasm

And as she said that, she glided away from me, leaving me transfixed

I gazed after her with only one thought was in my head

The feeling of how small I had felt in front of that lady,

For what were my worries, what were my apprehensions compared to what I had just witnessed

And from that day, I knew.

I knew that a woman's heart is an endless space where thousands of sorrows and worries abide

Hidden, Veiled but Endured.

So that's it. I hope you guys liked it. I am dying to hear what you guys think so drop a comment :)