Tuesday, November 16, 2021

Emotional Burnout

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



by Kaiwyn

16/11/2021

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