PhoenixA Poem by wickedcharmGreen eyes bore into me, Skin burned like a phoenix rising, Flames as hair simulating feathers And soft lips that were mourning. Indian girl married since her childhood, Rebel without a cause, silenced by tradition Growing up in complete abandon Rest the soul of the lost ambition. Hope was long ago gone, Chastised by elders her wings were thrown to
the ashes, And all that was left Were empty and broken hope glasses. Silence the woman with a binding contract, You were never born to be free, Honor your father and cherish your mother, But as a woman you shall never live. Between the ruins of Athens you will walk like
a goddess, When everything that is left is earth and dust,
And you will be reborn my lovely Phoenix, in
your honeymoon, From the remains of your husband’s blood and
bones. © 2015 wickedcharmAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorwickedcharmSpainAboutI am a very amateur writer, and English is not my mother tongue, since I am spanish. I like to write poetry but I also manage to write short stories. more..Writing
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