Gold

Up on a hidden path on one lush green road

There was a grand view of a glistening home.

Gold glimmer and ancient royal ripples it showed

A cloaked man weary from escaping survival mode

Heaved and gasped at the site.

Alas, he could show emotion! This looked a humble abode.

Carefully the man approached, trying not to implode

As he knew to not fall victim to his hopes

Til now, his labors did not reap what he wished to have sowed

Touching the amber sun on the golden lode

Glittery warmth circled and spilled to his lungs

Took everything in him to not surrender to this feeling, to erode

Before he could reach the doorknob, his flashbacks started to goad

That he, so filthy, did not belong in this bliss

So he ripped himself from the warmth, and back on the long road he bestrode.