Barely a thought, hardly aware, I emerge into reality, my imagination, none existent. Learning, loving, sharing, growing...
I want more..
Feating passion, overwhelming dread of failure...
NO!! I will SUCCEED!
A goal to strive for, motivation to spare, imagination to make dreams a reality.
I WILL be KING!
Days, months, years, time marches on, mercilessly. Fleeting, uncaring to my life.
Never enough time in a day..
As I now sit, upon my throne, an old man, I look back upon my time. I dwell on the hurdles I overcame.
If I only knew what I do now.. I would do it all again, in a heartbeat.
Laying on a bed.. unable to move.. unable to feel. I smile at the ceiling.
I am content.
I die, not as a man, but as a King within his Kingdom. I was the architect of this mighty Kingdom, now set in stone.. forever.
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Poetry. By Nasukra Tsuki
Poetryinspirational poems/ self help works. If you have an idea for a story, write it. Even if you never benefit financially, your story will forever have been told. Any use of these works without the written and signed consent of Nasukra Tsuki is prohib...
