Broken

Passion
consumes,
overwhelms
me
Burn brighter!
Brighter!
Driven to excel
Glory!
The intensity
The fury
The epitome
of me.

Haunting,
the thought:
Have I traded
my soul?
Have I given
my all?
Have I? Have I?!

No, nooo!
All is sinking sand.
Darkness, sorrow, fear
surrounds me.

A broken will
Crushed hopes
Destructed dreams
Flood me over.

Disillusioned,
I cannot bear
To face the world
anymore.
I cannot bear
to love
to care
to wait
to dream
to see
the path ahead.

For even the brightest candle
burns out.

I. Am. Broken.

-Maia-