Dante's Inferno

You were my Dante.
The rings of hell were
no match for us-
two crazy girls all the
guys wanted.
We danced, we sang, we drank.
Tequila, rum and vodka quenched
our thirst and kept the devil
from dancing on our graves.
But hell is here now
and I burn in the flames.

Dancing embers glow in mockery.
In your new life, I can't locate what we were.
Like a phoenix trapped in the blaze, I suffocate.
Sulfur burns my nose as dreams dance away from me
their shadow leaving scorched memories -- burnt around the edges.


(note: blah, I still can't seem to get the second stanza right)
 

Reviews

[Kiwi Fruit]

This poem paints a perfect picture of an visual artist who struggles to produce a work of art or masterpiece. The artist wishes that he/she wants to be like Monet, even though this artist is drunk and is terrible at it (that's only my interpretation). I feel that this poem is free verse. Good poem.