Do you know why the Phoenix burns?
Dancing circles in a dress of fire,
deciding if it's passion that fuels it's flames or the aching fear of failure.
Comparing itself to the leopard spots of the moon lashing its glory with gruesome licks of stinging doubt.
I know why the Phoenix burns.
Wishing to shine like the sun
begging to be superior but with no reason.
Resting beside it's need for perfection.
A bird with no pleasure in flying.
Bored with the sky as it is bored with it's flames.
Do you know why the Phoenix burns?
Only because it can.
YOU ARE READING
Raining
PoetryJust a bunch of poetry about the way I see myself and the way I see others.Just me speaking from the chaotic mess I call my mind :) enjoy!
