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