Alive Burning.

I’ll break and burn.

Much to your amusement,

I already am.

Hope is lost in the run.

.

of fetching dreams

in trails of time,

gathered in halos

and piercing beams.

.

I’ll fall for you.

Much to your pride,

I already did.

When you hadn’t a clue

.

of my humble yearnings

and dreary wails

in a cascade so wretched,

As though alive burning.

.

I’ll wither and fade.

Much to your bliss.

In my sojourn path

that intertwines frayed.

.

Enough said, I shall run.

On an endless boulevard.

With imploding grimness

and freedom shunned.

.

Yes. I’ll break and burn.

much to your amusement,

I already am.

With hope lost in the run.

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