Suffering Champions

What fire doesn’t burn more hotly confined

Winds of regret yet to be engorging it

What storm doesn’t rage more earnestly depressed 

Tears of neglect undammed 

Is this entropic prison but imagined?

Questions like keys unlock pathways out

Were she brave enough and foolish enough to leave

The brink is sought by the injured 

What else but war summons sleepless demons

Writing furiously to let their battles be known 

Blind repulsion he would sacrifice all

To crown himself one lonely champion  

Suffering none for all suffering is his 

Drumbeating dreams of some moments’ glories 

Propelling violently fleeting ignorance of limitation 

Are these energies siphoned vainly

Or these chains our bitter roots 

Must growth follow fire and storm

No sea bottomless or dive unending

Each new discovered contour of their soul’s map 

Treasured guide through deserts of desire 

Dawn’s promise what victory never can gain 

Only time and relentless questions

Asked answered asked anew and again

For these champions of suffering who decide

and desire to suffer Champions