Burning The Candle

Burning The Candle

A Poem by ellemorell

There I went again,
I burnt the candle at both ends.

My self I told no,
but I turned upon me when my guard was low.

And I was lowered. To place I didn't want to go again.
Why didn't I refrain?

It's just a little fun, they said.
And old habits die hard.

Now while I fight to recover I'm swallowed by the guilt of a mother, the guilt of a lover.
I need to close this chapter over.

Speed humps become mountains.
Tears flowing like a fountain.

My vitality is spread thin
draining my chalice from within.

Regrets follow shame
and there is no one else to blame.

Conflicting versions of my self
and some of me is bad for my health.

So I swallow down my jagged pill
and curse the absence of my will.

Lament the damage to my soul,
and pledge, next time to keep it whole.

© 2017 ellemorell

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Added on November 2, 2017
Last Updated on December 18, 2017



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