Upward, Child

Scarce contained within its bounds Surging, straining to break free Pulsating and palpable Enticed by its pure energy Mesmerized and drawn, a moth to flame O, that I might be a god! Grab these reins and take control Are they not mine, and this, my day For others to admire, extol? Seduced complete by thoughts of storied fame Child, remove thy hand, step back Quick to act, quick to forget How thy ways cause misery Sorrow, shame, and much regret Pleasure, fleeting, always ends the same Upward cast thy gaze, child, never down Your loving Father ever wears the crown ---------- for the 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 17 Poetry Contest sponsored by Mark Toney written on 09/25/22