Spontaneous Combustion

To spiritual ups and downs

Fires of hell 
Come to consume my heart.

Burning me away,
Leaving only ashes
of what I once was.

Only a remnant.....

This diminshed, faded light,
Once a beacon in the darkness,
A small flame
that flickers, wavering,
Before the cold winds
blow it out.
 
Compelling change
To create this fragmented identity,
Revealing my inability
To hold my course.

Always wanting
To change the position
of the north star,
Trying to force the hand of destiny,
Forging my own future.

But finding only my helplessness
In the face of my failure to do so.....

While I stare
into the mirrored eyes
of Defeat.