Obsession Poem by Chris Embrick

The weathered map, a missing piece
did not deter the miner's quest
the nugget he found long ago
would give his mind no peace or rest
with chiseled face and leather hands
each day he searched the barren lands
endured the hardships, cold and pain
until half-starved he found the vein
the lure of wealth controlled his life
his mind, his strength he sacrificed
a King's ransom his alone
disoriented far from home
the desert claimed his scattered bones.