Stiffly striving for the sublime
Frame twisted for hours of time
How is nature’s beauty held here?
Urges withheld the soul will sear
But a body torched by desire
Has its consequences dire
If self-control does disappear
When does God’s cooling hand appear?
Live a good mortal life until
Death? Seek silence and be still?
Options leave me stricken with fear
But I surrender to answers unclear.
(Sharpened Visions: A Poetry Workshop Assignment #2)