Flight of the Phoenix

As I speak, I glide the stairs

To floors below, no silence as

I gasp for air, amidst the mist and

rain and snow, I’m crying while

Within this spire of caged remorse

You’re grinning like a doll as

You held between your palms you called

A gift for me to feed my soul.

A gleam of trust from sparkles I

Have witnessed from your heart’s desire

Have blinded me to carry

Such a misery, a burden child

So till this moment I attempt

To fly away to no pretending

Lands below your golden seat

To free myself alas.