This poem, like many of my others, was written for and about the only person I have ever loved. Unfortunately unlike the other poems, this one was written to illustrate one of the many times that this person broke my heart. Luckily for me I eventually stopped allowing him to…Enjoy. Comments and/or constructive criticisms are always welcome.
“A Brightly Burning Flame”
My teardrops stung the steering wheel
As I drove into the black
And kept my heart upon the feel
Of never looking back.
I took off down that winding road,
Wounded; far beyond all sense,
Carrying a most taxing load
So terribly immense.
The sheer weight of disappointment
Was just more than I could bear
And in a moment of lament
I wished that you were there.
A single thought that made me ill
To the reaches of my core.
How could I even want you still
When I was nothing more
Than a means to an end? A toy
Used in such a senseless game
That, given time, would soon destroy
A brightly burning flame.
Until next time…stay classy.
– C.M. Berry