The Phoenix

O ye innocent bird,
how I wish you see my pain,
or even for one moment consider it.
how I wish you see the struggles
of growing up with many troubles.

Life took its tolls on me,
forced me to look deep inwards,
forced me to see the world with many eyes.
fife was never really fair.

I can smell your naivety.
its so beautifully etched,
across your speech,
making it so sweet and unique.