Angie Thomas Poet Blank verse

This Time

As the flames lick my body again,
I can feel myself turn into ashes.
Dark grey powder- powder that smells of death.
And this time-I'm no beautiful phoenix.

This time I'm no phoenix that rises from her ashes,
Rises in brilliant hues of red and yellow,
Squealing in delight,
Squealing with victory.

This time, I savour the pain,
The pain that blinds me,
Makes me forget who I am,
Pain that makes me forget the pain within.

This time, I fight fire with fire.
The raging flames within,
Are quenched by the flames outside.
My only hope-someday, neither fire will remain

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Rohan Antony June 29, 2014 at 12:31 PM Beautiful stuff Angie. :) Angie Thomas July 11, 2014 at 9:31 AM Awww thanx Rohan. :)

Kelly Deschler May 26, 2014 at 1:05 PM This is so expressive and I could feel the pain coming through in your words. I love the depth in this amazing poem. A very soulful and powerful write, Angie! Angie Thomas June 5, 2014 at 2:35 AM thank you so much for taking the time off to read my poem, and the wonderful comment Kelly. :)