Burnt Phoenix

Posted: February 4, 2016 in Poetry

From the valley of broken dreams,
From the empty realm of lost things,
Burn the crimson cores that suck on souls.
No phoenix ever rises from those unforgiving flames

But look and behold, a broken creature;
Twisted and mottled by injustices suffered
Transcends from the ashes of blind love
Crooked, shriveled but honed to carry on
Only to die in solitude, disfigured and shunned.

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