Flower Of Doom Poem by Poetical Analysis

I once picked a flower, in the shadow of the new moon

Little did I know, with its blossom I picked my doom

It's pedals' tingled my skin my skin with their touch

My whole body was overwhelmed, it was all too much

It invaded my dreams with its beauty & magic

My gut started to regret my insatiable urge to have it

I saw my entire life splashed among its colors & design

It branded my vision by subduing my mind

Then, it died at the half moon, or maybe it was me

Either way, without it I've been trapped in eternity

Maybe one day, I'll find it in bloom again

As I wander this forever in the shadow of the new moon again

10/23/16

(200th poem submitted to Poemhunter.com, thank you Poemhunter.com, I really appreciate it. I can honestly say, I have a daughter because of you, besides a place to share in poetry. Tim Caffery)