Phoenix Complex Poem by Nicholas Peter

Phoenix Complex



Born in fire,
a tempest storm,
of addiction based living,
and depression based dying.

An ashtray drink,
of smoky reality,
ignites inside my stomach,
causing epiphany after epiphany.

My inhibitions burn away,
into the barren fire pit,
of mental muck,
and from the ashes a new day is born.

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