Miasma

Eroding like the phoenix.
The rage inside me burns.
I've taken my oasis and made it this desert.
Vultures flying, gliding, biting.
Ruin what I have.
A skeleton, hollowed out.
The outline of a man.
Emotions wander to the top.
Like a submerged spring.
Only to evaporate, steam in heat so blistering.
For as long as I can remember.
Feels like I've been throwing rocks.
On the fire.
Lying and denying. Doing what I can.
Just to keep this dim light shining.
I guess its true what they say.
Some coal will never be diamonds.
The emptiness.
True happiness. I was only given a taste.
Until the pollen poison chosen to devasttate.
As far as the smile that graced my face.
Again, the mirage. Your ugly hand erased.
This land arid I wander offers me no cure.
So through the harrenness I must endure.
I'm now a mosic of my broken portrait
and no one but myself to blame for it.
Looking out over the overcast and bleak.
I know not what I seek.
But the coxcomb forms only to break.
As I stagger into red