Burnt Out: A Poem
Where there once was
a burning passion
There is now
a wick drowned
in wax
Where there once was
a lively phoenix
There is now
a pile
of ash
Where there once was
combustion
There is now
a broken-down
vessel
Where there once was
a garden
There are now
broken stems
and petals
Where there once was
a strong woman
There is now
an empty
shell.
Where there once was…
there is now…
I am completely burnt out;
I have nothing left to give.
Well, you gave me something. Excellently done!