Burnt Out
Happiness seems far from reach
It used to be something kept near
Lonliness has cast its darkened shadow upon me
The warmth of love no longer has a place
What has happened to make this flee from me?
Is it karma...or curse? Maybe something worse...
My heart ices over a little more each day
Why has my love's furnace grown dim?
It no longer kindles the passion for life,
only making it bearable
Once there was overflowing happiness
that burst from my heart's cup, only to be
replaced by gradual dust
Inside I'm screaming for attention or some
kind of affection, when the mirror only shows
a hardened stature
To the world: I'm moved and warm
Inside: I'm still and rigid
The wick from my candle is still lit
but how long until it dies out?
Copyright © Heather Fleming | Year Posted 2006
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