Can we build bunk beds?

Acheron

Drifting timid along the stream of woe
A cold journey into the midst of Hell
To the rancor shores where the dead souls swell
Charon showed me the cursed torment below
Dreadful aversion, thus, began to grow
The terrors I witnessed I shall not tell
How wondrous I rose from where I had fell
Returning with my long lost soul in tow
Across the black river I commandeered
The ferry from its infernal captain
To return to the blue world once more
Escaping from all that I had once feared
Where our fellows burn in their hollow sin
In the words that line our forgotten lore

-© Brett Holden

That's what Mythology class will do to you. I'm preparing to write a paper in ENG 210 about post-traumatic stress disorder. I'm afraid I my be in love with tragedy. I suppose that's only human.