A skyful of emptiness inside
a heart, stabbed to no end.
A scream choked in the throat,
to pain bespoke.
Eyes dry as sand flats
in the season of drought.
And a mind torn to shreds
by the hounds of hatred.
The wheel has turned
over and over my flesh,
the tower struck and lit
by flame, left but
immortal ashes behind.
Tuesday, September 13, 2016
Phoenix
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