They Called me a God

Do you see me?
Do you believe?
They called me a god
But no one seems to see
That I'm still here
My brethren are gone
But I remained
I bring the breeze on a hot summer day
I help the mortals
Yet they do not see 
Me waving to them
I am the guardian
I am the protector
I live and breathe 
Only to ease
The burden on poor mortals
But they still don't see
I am forgotten 
I am useless
I was called a god
And now I'm fruitless
I almost wish to see Hades
But he's gone too
Left alone by mortals and gods
Abandoned as trash
That won't be picked up
That's me
Do you play with rings?
I killed my love with one
Hyacinthus fell
And I must tell
I cry to this day
Maybe that's why I remain
To teach you the pain 
Of jealousy
I am the worst of the gods
Yet the kindest
And I remember you
Even when Zeus wouldn't 
Let me help you one last time
Before I die
And say hi
To Hyacinthus
Let me blow you away
Ride the wind
See the stars
This is the life
That was left behind
By the gods
I'm sorry
I must go
I leave you now
I've known you so long
Call me Zephyros
Murderer and friend
Kindest and cruelest of the winds
I plan to ask for forgiveness
And sink into bliss
Remember me when the winds blow
When the flowers grow
I am the god of the west wind
Loved by all
All but myself
-Chiron66
Category:Poems