Phoenix

The silence - pindrop, prods at me softly (8:20PM)

Ticking me gently, I shake off my revery…
Try do I, to hide behind a curtain of deceit
But alas - life dictates judgement, inclement


I shut my eyes tight, try hard to look within
The strength to accept, forsake deceptive pride
I could trick the countless perceptions outside
But no more -  can I commit to my ego, perjure

I am, I'm certain not much worse for my kind…
Ask I - Is redemption too harsh? Judgement fair?

The answer is clear, before the question asked
What stick do you use to measure thy deeds?

You are - no , I am - what choices leave me to be
Choices of ghosts past, already entwined with fate 
Seeps in realization, for the only residual choice… 
Accept trepid days bygone or embittered turn a blind eye 


This crossroad of life, I quickly find - holds familiar foul
For this not be the first time, fate did profess this sight
But I sense a difference, within - desire, a desperate grasp
I am armed this time - with the sense of loss, true cognition


I know what I must, but again - still obscure lies the path
Muster the courage I must,  to survive this path - uncouth
The hardest step in my sight is the one of true induction
To skin oneself to bare bones and absolve - the past


Liberate the little child inside,  who still weeps cloaked
Let flow the warm tears as they cleanse the decay
Hunt down as he flees, the two-faced charlatan…
Ignite his lies, with the soft white flames of hope inside


As I watch the gleam in his eye, the fading malaise
He crumbles and falls - a puddle of soft grey ashes.
I await now - for a glimpse, a semblance of the soul
Await for the inception, ascend from the embers (9:44 PM)