The pain sits on my shoulder
Like a monster curling the edge
If the temperature falls high enough
The glass in my eyes will burn
Leaving me with nothing
The same way
This cold left me
With empty palms
And barren lifeless lungs
I am a fall hazard
Even in the heat
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The phoenix is a songbird
PoésieThese are my favourite poems from my book The phoenix is a song bird, they are split into three sections with the overall theme "rising from the ashes" Im posting them here to see peoples reactions and gain some feedback before I attempt publishing...
