Extinguished flame and the void left thereof

I remember still a time
‘t was not that long ago
when I was burning bright
my fire a source of light
in the darkest hour night
and even at the noon of day.

But many mistakes were made
and now it’s way too late 
to rekindle that lost time
of fire and of passion
of rhythm and of rhyme
and the intense burning
of the fire and the flame.

I keep playing it over and over
thoughts run through my mind
thinking “what if I had done this”
or “what if I had done that”,
but thoughts as such are useless
to be thought of after the fact.

So now I am alone
sitting here and crying
the tears sizzling in the flame
that’s now slowly dying.

I want to fix these wrongs
for bettering I’m vying
but I don’t know how
and I’m only futily trying.

There was a fiery flame
burning through my heart
an existence I never knew about
until you came dancing in my life
I had my chance at the stars
but forgot to hold on tight.

And now that flame is gone
blown out by the breath of night
I keep trying to go back to that time
when that passion ignited and burned
and hold on to that flame
so tight.

I am here still all alone
looking like I’m crying
but the tears have all dried
by the light of smoldering embers now dying.

I don’t know how to fix these wrongs
no use in vying
but don’t know how to stop myself
from keeping on trying.

It is lost and I am lost
the flame has died and so have I
the ashes cold, in wind they blow
in the whisper of your last goodbye.

You wanted my all
but I didn’t give my all
and I am to fault
for that.

No one to blame
but myself
for the shadows
and the void
as I fade to black.

18.01.2017  © Daniel L. Raven [Count Daniël Luchies]