Night Person


Used to be a
Night person,
Now I'm a
Non-person.

No longer
Burning the midnight
Oil,
Merely watching
The embers of
A tired life.

But out of these
Ashes,
My phoenix
Will rise.

Hope will
Conquer,
Inspire,
And soothe
My aching
Psyche.



Poetry by Esti D-G
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Written on 2005-10-22 at 10:03

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Teala
Wow--what a lovely poem...Isn't the phoenix a wonderful story???
2005-10-25


penfold18
The embers of a tired life creates all sorts of pictures in my mind.
2005-10-22