Phoenix
Worthless, powerless
How blue I do feel
So lonely and light
Floating like a feather
In the wind
In a cold winters night.
I have no final destination
No means and no beginning
No end, no life, no hope
Drifting, passing by
Like nothing affects me
Nothing moves me
Nothing can touch me
And my heart of stone
From ashes I wish to be
Reborn
Like the phoenix
That flew and conquered
The blue sky
Defeating its death
And its purpose in life
Finding the freedom
That keeps hope alive.
10-08-2009
WordSlinger commented on Phoenix
09-26-2009
DeepEclipse commented on Phoenix
09-24-2009
graceladymn commented on Phoenix
09-24-2009
In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.
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