A Flickering Flame
The weights I've chosen to shoulder
I bear not for my own intrinsic desires.
Regardless, I take another step forward
Relentless, Unwavering.
In constant search of amelioration.
Who am I to relent?
As this weight upon me grows heavier and heavier.
My inner strength is fading.
The burden ever increasing.
My Inner flame is flickering.
I crave sanctum
But I do not take repose from my struggles.
If I fail, the fire in my heart will smolder
And in a thin wisp of smoke,
Only a pile of ash will remain.
A charred memory of the man I used to be
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