Chris Chang Poems

Stress, each muscle tightens under the tension of anger.
Hopeless thoughts, goals, hopes all disappear, all gone in a single swift strike.
Molecules of flesh formed, Ridding of the remnants of what used to be.
Of who used to be.
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I'm not a phoenix
But a pigeon on fire
Fallen out of hope
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Single glimpse of hope
Light emitted from the sun
Burning my skin away
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