Note: This poem was originally posted on my Patreon account on September 26th of 2018. I am currently posting a new poem to my patreon account each day for patron exclusive reading and on this blog one week later for public viewing. If you’d like to see these poems when they are first put up then please consider pledging to my patreon page.

Do I truly have what it takes to take the world as my own?

Do I sit on pile of rubbish, or do I sit on a throne?

The ambition of my potential, ever deep yet vast.

But the more I push myself, the less time that I will last.

How limited am I by more than my own self.

Should I always pursue power whether is sickness or in health?

To pour my bloody tears into a cause held so dear.

Only to fail as I lay motionless while death draws near.

The pressure is building, the burden is immense.

My dreams all float away, my reason for life is dead.

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