Sunday, July 31, 2005

(written 08.20.03)

From the ashes
and to a grave

not a being destined to rise again
the phoenix in flames of purity
a bird born of pain
from the dust
and to my eyes
in mimic of what we see
there is no forgiveness
no reset

To the end of all
for the desires ingrained
a sound unbearable
a story lost in translation
a theory of respect emerged from the skies burned
a theory fell out

from a fall comes lesson
to a grave of lost emotion
This being stands to rise again

like it used to be

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I think you write beautifully.

Anonymous said...

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