Impulse
Surge of pure urge,
Sense burst of fire;
Feel heat now merge
In burning pyre.
Loose canon fire,
Blast of fierce form;
Tension now sires,
Explosive norm.
In a quick flick,
Mood larva burns;
Molten cloud thick,
Impulse now turns.
Dare to hold back,
Feed not the fire;
Dare cut some slack,
Let hurts retire.
Seize the high ground,
Dare to be still;
Purge dreadful sound,
Anchor firm will.
When hurts bring pain,
Seize self-control;
Choose wise restrain,
Let calm take hold.
Leon Enriquez
04 July 2016
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2016
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