For Yourself Or Someone Like You

A poem to yourself, or someone like you. A personal piece vaguely written to myself, by myself.

It was birthed long before you were bred 
An affliction made to last beyond your bitter end 
Like a dormant venom in your veins 
Acting as the stray spark in your brain 
A burden passed from father’s hand 
A peculiar poison fit just for you 
An ill seed that has been long-since been set to brew 
Born to engulf the waning light we hardly knew 
There is a life yet to live 
One far past the shambles of the lonely stead you’ve braved 
And if there is any potential that you have 
It’s only that which could be grave 
The same that you so quickly fled 
As you often do 
But this can end with you