Burying Fire

From deep within, harsh, bitter feelings rise
And throttle new ambition in the womb.
I cannot keep my eyes on any prize
When all I see before me is the tomb
In which my offering was laid to rest.
With not a simple lily to adorn
The coffin of a heart that failed some test
Of truth, and never will arise reborn.
How do I overcome the angry end
Of something that, to me, seemed full of life?
I know that every day I must pretend
That life is fine, I do not feel the knife.
But you know, somewhere deep within your soul,
It wasn’t only me who paid the toll.