Swallowed embers lodge in my throat,

spewing acrid smoke with every breath.

Your apologies, like scattered ashes,

flutter uselessly on a barren breeze.

The past, a rusted anchor, drags me down,

chains forged in the fires of your mistakes.

My heart, a clenched fist, holds onto hurt,

a shard of jagged glass refusing to release.

Can forgiveness be coaxed from this rubble?

Can sunlight reach this cavernous well of spite?

Or will resentment, a poisonous vine,

forever coil around my soul, constricting its light?

I try, and I try, to claw my way out,

Of the grave that you dug for me long ago.

But my fingernails, caked with blood and filthy earth,

Crumble to dust as your wins blow me down.

I am but a lone traveler,

Trapped in the abyss of a speeding train.

The world, a relentless smudge of color,

Turns me to stone as it passes me by.

I yearn to purge this bitter cocktail,

drain the dregs of resentment from my cup.

But the weight of every broken promise,

holds me captive, in a bottomless pit.

Regret’s cold fingers clutch my throat,

I struggle against its fervent grip.

Anger, like a vicious beast,

Slices me open, and Leaves me to bleed.

Echoes of lost love, come alive to haunt me,

They taunt me, as you smile and laugh.

And the world dances on, never ceasing to turn.

It spits in my face as I crash and burn,

My cup runneth over, and so I drink.

Unable to quench this perpetual thirst.

I slip away as the rage takes hold.

Cursed to forever bleed your fire.