My Underworld

A flower is just a simple thing  

Those soft, vibrant petals that glow and strive in the sunlight  

When winter comes around you know what comes  

Those petals slowly fall...   

One by one  

As the sun dims so does the flower  

That once vibrant and awestruck flower will wither  

To never get another chance  

Perhaps I am like that flower  

A child once so vibrant  

Maybe if I never met her, if I never met her I would have never touched that stick  

That stick called a cigar   

I would not have gone down this eternal winter

  Oh I have spring days, yes I do  

But it's almost like I am in a tundra  

Or perhaps is it the Underworld?  

Am I Persephone and this depression and life my Hades?   

No one could understand the suffocation of my own thoughts  

Or maybe you can as I fall apart oh so slowly  

Or will you watch as I fall apart, that last petal clinging for dear life  

The petal that is my happiness, my hope?  

Or will you simply watch...  

Watch as I fall down the dark abyss into the Underworld, into Tartartus, until I am simply gone.

This poem is about: 
Me

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