Done are the days

or dimming

when I 

had to 

feel the fire 

to know

the burn.

How I relished 

the suffering

brought by

desires to 

dig in the

dark ash 

of longing.

No gold, no

mercy, no 

rest after

the feast 

of fear.

Now I 

know I 

don’t need

to fan

the flame

to know

the light.