Four Letters

The rain washes down the pane

Plexiglass keeps me on the inside

Of the outside I can’t escape

Dark streets, fast beats, nasty

People creeping on the walkers

Stalkers nestle in bushes

There’s something stalking me tonight

Called pain

Four letters so simple, so plain

But the very imagination drives me insane

Put my head down and ignore

But memory doesn’t play nice

It has to be questioned and challenged

Throwing dreams and drudgery every moment

I wonder when it will be over

Closer still is the will to survive

Demons fornicate inside but I breathe life

Through my mind not equipped to die

On the rise are ethers of redemption

On the rise are blasts from the ashes

The Phoenix has arrived

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