This isn't hell, it's winter.
That line makes the whole poem, for me. Suffering is hell, and death is the end of suffering. I also love that the speaker is still asking what life is at the end: 'now it's gone, what is it?' And I guess though the speaker is in despair, there is a note of hope in the poem, because they find the answer in the end: Life is smiling, love, and it just is life. ... Thanks for sharing in the Creative Coin Discord.
This poem was one of the most sentimental ones I've ever written, yesterday I had a complicated day and I was sad about it, so I imagined a lot of things, like drowning in bad and sad ideas, that sometimes hell isn't even fire, it's water where we drown in negative thoughts and that also at the end of life or a story, we usually have a quick glimpse of what we could have done differently or how we could have lived differently. Thank you so much for the support! 🙏