'Burnout', by an anonymous writer, compares their passion to a flame - flickering, then lighting up again. The sparks seem to be gentle but end up hurting them, the light then fades away and the writer is left alone, with no one to blame but themselves. They are tired of having to deal with this, frustrated that no one acknowledges the lingering smoke.
It gently flickers, My once fluttering passion. Bleeding into my sight, I see a match alight.
The sparks float around me But now they are wild and uncaring And my skin will burn Because I will never, never learn.
The flying light fades Into the cruel sky The farewell of the flame With only myself to blame.
I'm done, I'm embraced by fatigue The darkness silently diffuses And all that is left is smoke Of which no one ever spoke.