Phoenix

The phoenix rises from the ashes, but why can't I?

Heart

Crumbling

To dust;

A phoenix

Rises

Again,

Reborn

Again.

Yet

The scars

Don’t cease

To return

With the heart

Renewed.

Or so I thought,

Because the scars

Have stayed

And there are so many

That it looks black

Where the fire should be.

Where

Is

The fire?

That I

Have never

Known.

Where

Is

The warmth?

That I

Have always

Longed for?

Where

Are

My dreams?

Where

Have

They

Gone?

My one

And only

Is gone.

Oh well.

I guess

I really

Am

Alone.