Phoenix of Passion
Lost in wondering, worshipped in wollow,
at for a moment, I have become hollow,
falling down the rabbit hole,
fumbling, falling for my soul.
Cries of help, cries of terror,
seeing all, that is my error,
mistakes made, hardships undone,
the road ahead may not be fun.
Swallowing pride, upholding guilt,
my old passion a flower, begun to wilt,
a phoenix whence risen from a flame,
an old passion cometh to claim.
Here it is, here I am,
the words you hold, from my hand,
I cannot stop writing you see,
writing is, what is me.
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