The Underworld

I wake up to a world of empty as I stare off into the eyes of Poseidon

Look around and find blue stoned rocks and green seaweed turning themselves into swords to fight to stab all in sight 

I can feel my weight sinking me deeper down into darker blue thoughts

I can feel my lungs fill with fire and smoke waiting to explode and turn into ashes because I was put in these uncharted territories and forced to live in darkness 

I can see the the minute hand on the clock lapsing, making its way around its evening jog 

In the colosseum that was built years ago 

The concrete is strong enough to peel my layers apart and tell me I wasn’t built like a god to cast spells in wishing wells 

No matter how hard I push I can’t get out 

I can’t breathe in this arch structured vicinity 

I can’t get out 

Trying to mark my tracks as a call for help 

No one.

Just an empty room trying to make conversation with me 

Distracting me from conquering 

Stopping me from caving 

And no matter how hard I try my body will be the preeminence it enjoys

My feet are purple and stubborn to the same thoughts that cycle on repeat

But I can still feel the softness of waves and stillness of life telling me that it will be ok

I can still see cotton ball skies and glimpses of fall leaves wandering off into their own homes 

I can still picture my sanctuary just like yesterday 

Even through concave rocks 

As it will never cease to leave my conscious 

ATTACK- ATTACK- ATTACK 

His army tries to skin my meat and thrash me into weathered compost 

The ocean floor becomes a black hole, rigid with cracks as my legs fall deeper into this ancient “palace” 

But my brains triggers me that I am taking triumph 

My thoughts gaze off into the currents of tides only 100 feet above me 

I can do it 

We can do it 

And my army saves me of blood and gashes, close to death

Bandaged me from enemies

Pulling me from ground to sky 

I did it 

We did it

Made impossibility a reality