Monday, October 12, 2009

Burned Out

Feels like my hopes
are softly fading away,

uncurling and unwinding
like a piece of loose string...

or perhaps crumbling apart
like the ancient ruins of Rome-

layers of being weathered, fighting,
and battles to overcome.

but after many times up
the mountain, just to fall in the stream,

it all burns out
like a single candle slowly,
melting away.

1 comment:

Justin Unanue said...

I'd like to believe your vision of the world as true. However I can't. Regardless well written poem, 8/10