Unrecognized

Seriously shaken, not stirred
The old life just turned to dust
Not ever to rise again
No two days can be the same
No past life can be reborn
One can only create anew
Like a phoenix
Or a bad debt
That just will not die
An occult item it becomes
This edifice I call my world
Hoping to remain in situ
Not a growth to  measure
Just a pain to be borne
Tears become fertilizer for the 
Apostate
Unrecognized