Restriant

RESTRAINT

By Marcus Khoo

Words, Actions, Thoughts, Body. 
Aren't always worthy, never sturdy. 

Faith in which a built of love,

A crack's, to shudder all to loss. 

On cusp, on brink it may have been.

A mind, of loyalty all to thee. 

Though sticks and stones won't break my bones. 

No saying what flowers, yet torns may prove. 

A paired, a pack, a clear mind known.

Resent, Restored, it did Resound.

Of actions that consequence a storm,

Not plummeled by a mind, fevered.

When pushed and left alone too much,

A choice, a change, a cumbersomeness.

Though ends may not be on the lines,

Those actions, words speak themselves.

Akin to magic of the truth,

You so do know its bound to youth.

So speakth thy stand to make it real,

Unless it matters not, so let it sail. 
A journey not that began itself,

A need to source in "chasity".