Suffice

Throttling from all the struggles, in this depth of abyss I wonder,

power flowing through my eyes, transmitting to my brains like thunder,

the reach seems to never close while the destination looks impossible,

nothing seem to favour and my dreams likely to fickle.

Now that I contemplate, my goals look everything but reality,

waving through those thousands of voices, 

some of criticism, some of pity.

My long legs have lost their pace, and my knees are at their limits,

nothing seems to strike this broken knight at a time he needs the most,

digging up his own grave, calming his tits,

recklessly giving up on his hope while facing his ghost.

Having come up to this extent, 

he consoled himself to have done a lot, it is suffice,

closing up his book, closing up his eyes,

little did he know that he is being backed at his every step,

at his every moment from toe-to-toe,

when he did, his heart throbbed from the very moment till the reach of eternity,

nothing seems to satisfy him but the grasp of infinity,

gallantly did he rise for he had something to pursue,

and payback for a token of competence to his foe.

He is not the only load to reach his destiny,

gracefully burdened by his near ones, their hopes and their sacrifice,

contributors of his life, gaining and suffering with him in perpetuity,

there is nothing to wait, even less to rest till the reach to paradise,

for someone is waiting for his appetite to suffice,

for someone is waiting for his appetite to suffice.