Flight of the Phoenix

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a rather darkly themed poem of mine, but I'm fond of it none the less.

Submitted: July 16, 2008

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Submitted: July 16, 2008

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I’m lying in the ashes,
Dying in the dust,
Smoldering in the combustion caused
By your smothering paws.
 
You’ve stamped me out,
And you’ve killed my light;
I hope you’ll remember this fateful night.
How does it feel to have taken a life?
 
It would have been easier if you’d stabbed me with a knife,
Instead you smothered me, swallowed me, starved me.
It all began with you trying to carve me
Into a lousy, miniature you.
 
I’ll rise from these ashes,
Each muscle bearing fiery lashes-
Feathered with pride,
Care to go for a ride?
 
I’ll drop you out in the wintry night,
And you can just watch my glorious flight.
It will burn your critical eyes-
Just stay where you lie,
And watch as the phoenix that has risen flies.
 
I’ll scorch you with my passionate light,
If you try to stop me you’ll have a fight.
For this phoenix begins her flight
And you’ll hear my call long into the night.
Freedom is mine!
 
You cannot cage me,
And you cannot keep me.
I’ll melt right through your cage of spite.
 
I throw my head back and scream on high,
Into the night my battle cry.
 
FREEDOM IS MINE!
 
So goodbye, goodbye-
You may catch the mournful cry,
As I lay here and die-
Caged,
And one final cry:
Freedom is mine…


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