Spent

Burnt out and burnt up,

a black wick in a pool of

hot wax, smoldering in

stubborn determination

until something blows me

out and sends me unto

oblivion, I want to know

I lived my life and didn’t

leave things to question,

there will be desires that

were not fulfilled, such is

the way of things, but the

QUESTIONS of what could

have been must have been

tried, tested, and found

wanting or made real, I

will never be laid to rest

unless I know I tried to do

that which my passions

dictated, I will roll over in

my grave if I put them on

the backburner until the

embers were cold, my

ghost will haunt the earth

tortured by thoughts of

maybe and might have

been, better to have

chased those dreams

and failed than never to

have chased at all.