Ron VargheseJul 26
PHOENIX
Memories fade as I write this letter
All I desire is to feel better
My aura exudes despair and guilt
My accomplishments amount to mud and silt
People around me are vibrant and happy
Are they genuine or merely acting?
There is always a cloud above my head
Which nourishes my garden of anxiety and dread
My sight has become black and white
Tunnel vision focused on fear and fright
Of the future, what it has in store
Me covered in blood and gore
I’ve burned in my fiery past
The enemy had planted their mast
But that didn’t stop me, I rose from the ash
I am a PHOENIX, bring on the next clash