New reply from Susan Katz
<p>Hi Comfort, I got your email with your poem, but cannot respond as you did not put in your email address. If you resend with your email address, I can offer some suggestions. – Susan</p>
https://poetladykatz.com/poetry-talk/im-really-bad-at-titles
Original Post by Comfort
I'm really bad at titles
<p>My heart stretched out on the wings of a phoenix,</p>
<p>I live so I can die, so I can live again, so my flames can be warmth to new skin that I shall wear,</p>
<p>My smile is but a trumpet blown till my lungs surrender to the lack of oxygen,</p>
<p>The end is nigh, the end is nigh! But you do not hear it, you hear a sweet symphony,</p>
<p>oh, sweet child, how you’ve become nothing to everyone and everything to everyone but only for an instance, only when you’re needed,</p>
<p>how your mind has become a theatre,</p>
<p>death upon death, prewritten, you, your own executioner,</p>
<p>hush.</p>
<p>can you hear it? When you glimpse at a rope, or a blade laying seductively on the counter or when you walk too close to a bridge that’s high enough,</p>
<p>can you hear it? A mother’s call “my child, you’ve suffered, come onto me and know peace”</p>
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<p>My smile is but a trumpet blown till my lungs surrender to the lack of oxygen,</p>
<p>My end is nigh, my end is nigh!</p>
<p>Let me die so I can be reborn again,</p>