#WritcoPoemPrompt8
Every soul that passes the gate,
Has passed a test of fate,
Trudging along on tired feet,
Almost there, refusing to be beat
Turning red with his burning heat
Hunting through the mob to fleet.
All because he has one thing
in mind,

Only to feel the Burning Heat
The Heat which takes him far away
Far away to feel contended
Contended why he was born on this Orb
The Orb filled with lots of passion and compassion.
Passion and compassion is what I need, not to finish but to win.
© Milan