The realization is slow
As it dawns over me
Creeping and climbing
That I am waging
A losing battle.
Carefully thought out plans
Incinerated by your stone cold gaze.
I have prepared
Time and again
For you to let me down
But you raised me up instead
And when maybe
Just maybe
I allowed a ray of hope
To seep through
The cover of my well
You boarded it up.
It seems like you aren’t ready
Perhaps you never will be.
My candle burns defiantly
Against the dark room
Waiting for you to switch on the lights.
I fear my time runs short
For the wick is almost at the base
Set to drown and be extinguished
In all that it has burned and spent before.