This is a poem, which I wrote as part of a trilogy... I used the metaphor of a phoenix, as it first burns away and a new bird arises from the ashes of the old ones... In the same way, this first poem depicts the moulting, the degeneration of the old bird...
The Rude Awakening
You came, you saw, you touched,
You conquered, you made me yours...
You promised me the sun, the moon, the stars...
You said that you'd be mine if I became yours...
You taught me to dream, to believe in my dreams;
You said that nothing's impossible to attain...
You laughed at my joys, were upset with my tears -
You made me forget all the pain.
You brought meaning to my life,
Propped me, supported me, led me, guided me...
You told me that I could do no wrong
As long as you were beside me...
But now, all that seems like a dream,
And the present a rude awakening;
You broke your promises, your vows, your oaths -
You broke my heart that had only just begun blooming...
My dreams, my love, my adulation
Couldn't bind you with me for long.
You went away, far away, leaving me with memories
That I now weave into this, my last song...
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