He once said to me:
“You’re like a fire – hard to hold close due to the heat of your flames
The ones you love end up scorched, and thus you flee in shame
But it’s evident that you were here, long after you are gone
The tell-tale trail of smoke lingers and the ashes are trailed along.”
I don’t intend to tend my embers, they spark themselves once I’m awake
They slowly kindle throughout the day and surround me in a steaming haze
I can’t see through the wispy curtain, I can’t comprehend the errs of my ways
All I see is red, vivid and growling through the darkest of days
I mourn for those I hurt – I swear! I hope they do recover
But I beg for mercy under the heat, the sweat that drenches my covers
Every morning the yellow sun peaks over the lake my eyes are red with hate
I don’t want to live another day engulfed in these perpetual flames
Scorched and charred I crumble, ashes tossed into the air
Shrunken and crippled, there’s less of me and so much more of the terrible flare
Nothing will remain when I exhaust, nothing but the smoke and the haze
While I’m still here, I pray someone douse me
Much like my lost lovers, I despise the pain.
