Sleepless nights.
Day with no night.
Abandoning the view
for a higher sight.
Might just be running,
but I can’t tell
if it’s to,
or from something.
Felt the grip slip
and gripped harder.
Felt the ground shake;
built my foundation wider.
Delighted too much
in denying myself nothing;
experience can be a killing stroke.
Deviate from the deviant,
lest I form in myself
a serpent.
Head first into the Rising Sun
to burn away that liar,
with the fire only claimed
from the dragon’s nostrils.
There was failure in my head,
poison in my veins.
A slave in chains;
freed,
but the scars remained.
Time only left to train.
One step,
two steps,
three steps;
away from the memories.
Away from the pain.
Meeting the westbound sun,
chasing a southbound train.
The fire that burns pure,
what will remain?
I’ll get to meet my dragon,
One day.
HG – 2017
