I exhaust you
I exhaust me too —
this calamity of my mind
leaves a decimated forest in its wake
nothing beautiful flourishes here
And yet, you still love me —
despite the reign of terror
I unleash with voice and hands
the screaming, screaming
and objects aimed at your head —
I am a wildebeest!
In those moments of rage
I am engulfed by fire
my eyes frantically scan
for any exit in sight
but I cannot escape myself
I am trapped inside this mind
as much a hostage to my illness
as you are for loving me
I can’t make this fair for you —
no amount of wishing makes it go away
nor denial
it’s not a matter of if, but when
I will go off again —
How many times will you put out the fire?
How many times before we are both so exhausted
we are consumed by the flames?
Exhausted, exhausted
And die
©November 2013, Lori Carlson
A Whispered Wind 
Absolutely beautiful poetry.
Thank you so much 🙂
there are those born of heavy emotion who burn hot, but love with just the same intensity.
*smiles* some days I feel like I am Icarus… burning too close to the sun… thank you for these wonderful words
and if you, and you become consumed, you will phoenix from your own ashes 😉
That’s a lovely thought…. I guess I have already, many times… and am now, in fact.