Dahlias

I am despair, dressed in delicate dahlias,
Drowning in the depths of my own melancholia.
Demons dance in my dreams, a dread-filled dalliance,
Darkness deepens, as I drown in defiance.

Dismay, distress, and despair,
Darkness creeps in, beyond repair.
Drowning in the depths, of my dismal daze,
Determined to break free, from this dark maze.

But amidst this misery, I see a glimmer of hope,
Dahlias dancing in the breeze, a delicate rope,
That pulls me up, from this murky abyss,
Deftly offering me, a moment of bliss.

The petals rustle softly in the gentle breeze,
Drifting away the dreary thoughts with ease.
Dancing, darting, dazzling delight,
Defying the darkness, with all their might.

Despair and dahlias, a duet of dichotomy,
A dance between darkness and delicate autonomy.
But as the dahlias dance, hope begins to bloom,
Defying despair, dispelling the gloom.

Dawn breaks, in the sky above,
Daffodils, daisies, and dahlias, I love.
A new day dawns, with a delicate dance,
Dispelling the darkness, with a hopeful trance.