Once burned like a bright fire,
a passion so fierce,
attached to me like wire.
I chased it's light,
lost in rhythm, lost in its maze.
But time has a way of changing hearts,
softens the edges, slowing the sparks,
I watched the fire dim,
the passion fades–
silent moments start to invade.
A distant passion fueled every waking beat,
A passion that deemed a lifeline,
the will that made me feel ‘live.
killed by the bearer itself,
lost in a hollow heart
where it once dwelled.
I pursue It’s meaning,
maybe It’s still here,
just… hiding,
Somewhere I can’t see.
This–I can’t align,
the passion’s pulse no longer mine.
Now in its place, a void resides,
a gnaw of grief,
oneself still denies,
what kind of a heart I have,
a heart that divides.
Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 11:20 AM UTC
Once burned like a bright fire,
a passion so fierce,
attached to me like wire.
I chased it's light,
lost in rhythm, lost in its maze.
But time has a way of changing hearts,
softens the edges, slowing the sparks,
I watched the fire dim,
the passion fades–
silent moments start to invade.
A distant passion fueled every waking beat,
A passion that deemed a lifeline,
the will that made me feel ‘live.
killed by the bearer itself,
lost in a hollow heart
where it once dwelled.
I pursue It’s meaning,
maybe It’s still here,
just… hiding,
Somewhere I can’t see.
This–I can’t align,
the passion’s pulse no longer mine.
Now in its place, a void resides,
a gnaw of grief,
oneself still denies,
what kind of a heart I have,
a heart that divides.
Why can't I be great at what I do? Why am I so passionate on things I'm talentless in?
[December 9, 2024]
