Phoenix

My mind bleeds poems like it never did

And ink rivers cry over empty papers.

Inspiration resurges from its ashes,

Words spread like a devotional song

In an ancient tongue,

And this vertical union

Separates a shared sweat.

Why are you back?

Our farewell was so sorrowful.

Why are you back?

I didn't call you.

Thanks for coming, I really

Missed you.

Thanks for coming, I never

Said I love you.

You bit the hand that fed your soul

You were not happy

You crushed such a sacred illusion

You thought there was not enough.

Now, like a snake, your skin

Is in contact with the ground

And you can see a phoenix

Flying higher and higher