Burning Rubble Poem by Dakota Ellerton

In this world,
I am weak, I am lonely.
Another night kept company,
with dim candle light.
Is this really who I've become?
I restrain from the worst,
but endure the suffering just the same.
I convince myself the world's turned it's back,
until I get the message.
Sleep is for the weak I say,
I'm survivng without it.
To be vulnerable for eight hours,
is too hard a thought for me.
I have to be on guard,
every second of my life.
The walls have holes,
the security is low,
don't take advantage of that.
People weasel their way back into my life,
only to bring it all down.
Don't be so selfish.
Leaving a flame in burning rubble.
Don't play with fire,
you will get burned.