Trade of Burn

[karmic sail]

Trade or Burn
At dawn I chose the road that ends in dusk.
When night arrived,
I cursed the sun
for setting.
I called avoidance rest,
told myself I was trying my best,
while dust gathered on my dreams’ nest —
eggs unhatched,
the heat of effort
gone cold.
The flame never roared —
afraid of its own ash.
Pride did not leave me.
I traded it
for comfort.
Dawn will come again, I say —
but even the sun
burns out.
I still ask —
will the stars show me the way?
Or must I learn
to burn

[heavy haven]

Wonderful! @karmic sail has just progressed to level 6!

[charred hatch]

i loved how accurately you have portrait procrastination through this poem. bravo undead cat

[karmic sail]

Thanks bro