Here is my latest poem. Enjoy.
<i>On the Passions</i>
Relinquish now my passions to the sands,
To passing days of fond-remembered bliss,
And thus deny their exigent demands;
Shall I subdue my troubled thoughts like this?
Exchange my wrenchéd heart, its labored zeals,
For quietude and pleasant levity?
Reflections on the weary doom that steals
Men’s souls do threaten my vitality.
Alas!–these keen endeavors will persist,
Although ambition’s mighty pack exhausts,
E’en while its straps trace lesions on my wrist,
And tranquil miens become its holocausts.
At last, I fear my passions will expire;
But even suns first rupture into fire.