It started as a coal inside my chest,
a whisper saying I was owed it all.
I fed it hurt and called the burning rest.
Each slight replayed would never let me rest,
I built my throne against an unseen wall;
it started as a coal inside my chest.
I kept each word that failed some private test,
forgiveness paced but never could recall.
I fed it hurt and called the burning rest.
The nights grew long; sleep would not be my guest,
my voice turned iron every time I’d call;
it started as a coal inside my chest.
I pushed away the hands that knew me best,
their faces fading in a narrowing hall;
I fed it hurt and called the burning rest.
At last I stood an empty, cooling crest,
no soul remained to answer when I’d fall.
It started as a coal inside my chest,
I fed it hurt and called the burning rest.
Feb 17
Feb 17, 2026 at 1:35 PM UTC
It started as a coal inside my chest,
a whisper saying I was owed it all.
I fed it hurt and called the burning rest.
Each slight replayed would never let me rest,
I built my throne against an unseen wall;
it started as a coal inside my chest.
I kept each word that failed some private test,
forgiveness paced but never could recall.
I fed it hurt and called the burning rest.
The nights grew long; sleep would not be my guest,
my voice turned iron every time I’d call;
it started as a coal inside my chest.
I pushed away the hands that knew me best,
their faces fading in a narrowing hall;
I fed it hurt and called the burning rest.
At last I stood an empty, cooling crest,
no soul remained to answer when I’d fall.
It started as a coal inside my chest,
I fed it hurt and called the burning rest.
