How quickly you returned to the fire

The blaze that burnt you,

severed your hope, ash scattered abounds your self-worth.

 

Empty of spirit you can’t supress the compulsion.

The simmering coals buried at the very heart of you

Promises, so much yet fulfilled

 from the one you held dear,

you have to be near, the lure of joy,

the bliss unfettered by sense,

despite the pain it earnt you.

 

You dive deep, the descent ironically stokes the rising high,

the dark destiny, you know it awaits you,

yet lurid yearnings renounce the lessons,

wisdom all but cast out, for love beckons, yet intimacy abandons you.

 

The deep, cold, its empty unrewarding darkness culls all hope,

loneliness dethroned by the vacuum.

All around falls away, there is no “beneath”

Subsiding from within

Plummeting, unwittingly, urgently coiling as unborn,

no hold on this world, no foundation,

the abyss so foreboding no reach in sight,

no light can break, no flame can ignite.

 

Any reprieve is soothing, no matter the pretence,

how quickly you return to the fire.