Mastery.

How long has it been since you’ve been by the firelight,
How long has it been since you’ve bled,
How long are the moments in waiting anticipation,
Of the glory that you want your life, to have led,
I tell you now in honest discomfort,
There is an illness that itches my veins,
A want, a need, to seek satisfaction,
With no stillness, a drive to attain,
Prestige, a mastery, of one thing, then all,
To be a master, it sparks in my brain,
I seek the ever fading sun,
As it’s fire now fuels my domain.

M.J.F.

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