Ora et labora, just work and prayer,
These are the two words that still I cling to;
To deviate from this, I do not dare,
My once many pleasures must remain few:
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For years now, I've been a man of extremes;
Balance has forever escaped my grasp;
A battle rages in my mind: two teams,
Reason fights the desires of the past:
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Am I doomed to have a lopsided life?
One selfishly devoted to myself,
Or one lived for others' sake with great strife;
In my faith I find true spiritual wealth:
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The mental seesaw governs my actions,
One is raised; one is lowered; two factions.
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Shackled Sonnets: A Collection of Poems
PoetryA collection of sonnets about that which I shall never have. A girl I love, but she loves another. I have only recently been reading and writing poetry because of her, so hopefully, my writing will get better as time goes on. Check back for a new so...
