He cannot escape this life,

Without a wife he can adore.

His path has become a maze,

Lost like a crazed minotaur.

He listens close to the sea,

Calliope’s soft whispers,

Pithy words yet soft and mild,

Gentle, like wild cat whiskers.

No tears fall, his pride too strong,

Yet it feels wrong to deny,

No one is around to see,

He takes a knee, a cloaked cry.

Just a small weight has lifted,

More time gifted to live through,

Until he must again kneel,

Just to conceal a heart, blue.

I wrote this poem in the form of a Welsh awdl gywydd which is written in septosyllabic quatrains with a rhyming scheme wherein the last and fourth syllables of the first two lines rhyme respectively, the last syllables of the second and fourth lines rhyme, and the last and fourth syllables of the third and fourth lines rhyme respectively. A somewhat more complicated rhyming scheme that has some variation across other awdl gywdd poems.