You are not welcome here, please go away
Maybe I live again, if you move far, far away
I shed copious tears when all’s going well
The night sky descends; sunrise looks grey
The weight of existence feels unbearable
I sink further down, as tired feet give way
Let me burn down to ashes before I rise again
I am no Phoenix, but there are dragons to slay
A therapist supports, Reena, as sanity goes astray
Angel or devil-in-disguise, just don’t go away

hi, Reena 💗
Just wanna let you know that this week’s W3, hosted by our beloved Violet Lentz, is now live:
https://skepticskaddish.com/2025/08/13/w3-prompt-172-weave-written-weekly/
Enjoy❣️
Much love,
David
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Thanks!
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*jhappi*
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Oye, punjab de puttar, mubarakan! 🙂
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A deep and personal write, Reena.
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Thank you so much!
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I hope for the angel.
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We all do 😊
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Reena, the raw power in this one makes up for any flaws in form! It is a masterpiece!
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Thank you, Val!
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You are most welcome!
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I applaud the raw vulnerability shown as you face this black dog dragon with your lyrical pen.
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Thank you, D.Avery!
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A heart-touching message. I love the phoenix imagery.
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Thank you so much!
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Heavy but beautifully written poem, Reena!
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
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Depression can’t be anything but heavy. Thank you, Yvette!
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I enjoyed reading this Reena – this couplet is brilliant
‘Let me burn down to ashes before I rise again
I am no Phoenix, but there are dragons to slay’
Depression is a silent assassin ❤️
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Thanks a ton, Ange!
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Reena, this is powerful—your couplets carry so much weight and vulnerability.
It may not follow the strict ghazal form (missing the repeating refrain and rhyme), but the emotional arc and steady cadence give it a haunting beauty all its own!
~David
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Thank you, David! I thought the rhyme is there in the second line of each couplet.
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Yes, the second lines do rhyme, and that gives the poem a nice flow. What sets a traditional ghazal apart, though, is that the second line of every couplet ends with the exact same word or phrase—a repeated refrain—immediately after the rhyme.
So it’s not just rhyming, but rhyme plus refrain. That said, your poem uses the couplet form to express something deeply personal, and that really comes through. I love it ❤
~David
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Thanks!
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*hug*
My great pleasure, my friend ❤
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I can relate to this poem, Reena.
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Depression is the blackest shadow cast on us. Thanks for resonating and engaging, Robbie!
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This is like Ghazal, no?
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This is an English ghazal 🤣, though the lyrical quality is nowhere close to the original Urdu format.
Check out the W3 prompt.
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Okay.
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Amazing. Heart-touching poem, Reena.
‘Let me burn down to ashes before I rise again
I am no Phoenix, but there are dragons to slay.’
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Thank you so much, Indira!
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