Whispers of a Silent Fall

Fester

The aching fire in the depths of your soul,
you know how to quench it,
how to make it burn.
Yet you leave it to fester and grow.
It tears up your insides,
sears all your edges,
this wildfire consumes you,
your only thought?
you should let it.
You deserve the burn and you deserve the ache,
the crying out inside at your own deserved wake,
the peace that it's gives you, it gnaws on your mind,
the weight of it against you,
crush your daily grind.
So you sink and ache and burn,
heavenly hot ice slides across your skin,
I hope you learn to break it,
I hope you let it in.
That reviled monster, creeping on your sins,
it is also you,
your lesser self within.