Where I Reside Like A Cinder Poem by Mark Heathcote

I've vowed not to love or speak
I'm like an unfeeling thief
I've been numbed to the core
And only a discarded shell is left.
Where I reside like a cinder
Never to be a glowing torch
Fingers may touch one another
But I'm not your lover.

Together we might scorch the heather
In abandoned hope,
I might climb Mount Everest
But look deep in my gorged out chest
I'm all alone in a cravenness mined heart
Looking unaccompanied, weeping for my soul.
Like a song bird without words
Like the tulips in their bleeding twisting spires.

Together, I can feel for you
But never be loved.
Because I'm all to burnt-out and extinguished
With one sure life,
That has been all too painful to believe
And live without being fatefully hurt.
So, now I just bleed.
Bleed waiting my time to visit the eternal dead.

Fingers may touch one another
But I'm not your lover.
It's a tightrope walk, loving you
A dream I can only wish reaches the other side
And instead of make believing
All you do is take me home
Tell me we're not falling,
We're all heaven sent and darling you're my destiny