Burned Out

When things lose their shine.

The burning candle growing dimmer.

No more passion.

It's pointless yet so important.

The traffic calls,

yet the streets feel lifeless.

Clouds fill the sky, 

yet the forecast is clear.

The path swerves and turns,

moving forward.

Ashes flutter over the pavement in an attempt to soar.

Running to catch a dream only to crash and burn.

The fire inside settling to a simmer.

Reviews

[Suhd]

This is an amazing poem. The despair, loosing hope and passion. Expressed with ease.

[Rudie Rock]

I am happy you liked it. Thank you for your review.

[Suhd]

My pleasure.