Discipline

A poem about the battle of desire and consequence.

Knock, knock, knock,

Before I know it, the lock is gone.

The ravenous hound is out and about.

Chewing on the discipline I have,

All I can do is scream and shout,

No way to trick it out.

Bringing undesired ecstasy,

Momentary gain,

Long-standing gloom.

This can be no longer,

I will not be fodder,

My discipline and will, I shall solder.

Like a glutton,

The hound knows no bounds.

The more you feed it, stronger become his rounds.

Kill or be killed, 

These are the options.

But if you win, contentment will be the eruption.

Words will not slay the beast,

For actions cut harder than words.

With a bat of iron resolve, it needs to be slain.

Be wary, however,

For if your discipline you stop bearing,

At your innards, you will be staring.

Author's Note

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