It's such a strange sensation to
feel
Trapped again in this vicious cycle
As if I am twenty-one yet again
The passion so fiery it melts
so easy
Nevertheless, it was never of pain
as it scorches
However, the after burn is excruciating
Along with the chaos of repercussion
after that
Like how second or third-degree burns
linger
Wondering when you will fully
recover and stopping the cinder
As you douse yourself under cold
running water of reality
Trying to estimate the damage and
pre-empt the maintenance needed
You start to ponder on your
pre-existing conditions
And how it would hinder your
recovery, post trauma
And oh, what would people say
What would people think
About that evident dysregulated scar
Nakedly fresh and raw
Yet still oblivious to people who
knew
Feigning it like a fictional
illusion
Abandoned like a destitute being on
the streetside
As you peer into your lifeless frame
Bargaining about how you got
yourself into this flame
And that impulse of embracing the
warmth of that initial spark
Blinded by its potential to leave a
daunting mark
As misty eyes led to a shower of
sorrow
The saltiness made the wound so
hollow
Bellowing all the remaining reservoir,
already so shallow
They stayed still and watched like a
sparrow
Drifting to a different space and
shadow
Along with unresolved rancour harboured
in their marrow
For you, there is marginal room and space
to mellow
Returning to the heart of the
reality's gallows
Telling yourself to be that decent fellow
16/11/2021
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