Phoenix is gone

Posted by on Mar 1, 2015 in Life After Phoenix, Poetry | No Comments

Can’t sleep. Body aches. Heart is broken,

Phoenix is gone.

I never asked for this.

People are unknowingly cruel.

And, Phoenix is gone.

Sounds, smells and even tastes are mean.

A reminder of what has been and what is.

Phoenix is gone.

Forget this.

I hate this.

Phoenix is gone.

I want to scream, “you have NO clue!”

None what so ever.

If you did, those things wouldn’t matter.

Because, Phoenix is gone.

Tears flow. Life is not fair.

Phoenix is gone.

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