Phoenix Of My Soul
My mind begins to relapse,
returning to the rage,
that fueled long before.
The darkness I escaped,
I ran like a coward,
I never accepted fact.
These words that I think,
are not the words I speak.
Nail me to the crucifix,
so the world may see.
I am my only Judas,
no one else can I blame.
These sinister things I do,
that leave me all alone.
Becoming memories, to ashes.
From the ashes arise nothing,
no phoenix of my soul.
I'm left all alone to die.
My head fills with visions,
as I long for another day,
I cannot dream any more...

Comments:
 
WAN   WAN wrote
on 6/17/2009 8:59:05 PM
the last line made me feel that the person here is dying,he had a flashback from his past. No good memories but only but coz he is a criminal:) And I love the character here because he is a real man accepting his own fault. thats a nice attitude from a criminal eh. I like the vision of this poem. Not very special but very interesting. Good Job!

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It's rather amusing how past memories effect you.
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