spent most of last night looking back
behind me over my shoulder
at that extended string of lives
which are the chapters of my life
some of them easily remembered
some faded, half-forgotten
others almost impossible to recall
each was created on the smoldering ashes
of the last one that came before
and each one made more fragile
by an increasing creeping lack of hope
i asked myself why live so many
when all i ever wished for was just one
one that would never let me down
instead i lost a part of me in every single
pyre
it's no surprise that now i'm on the edge
helplessly watching while i fall to pieces
and what is left me is all burned out
(edited version) april 23. 2014 © Corinne Wesley
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