Discontent Poem by Danny The Dreamer Boyd

I hate how hard it oft doth get to know:
Right here, right now's not close to paradise,
And how such bliss but barely doth suffice,
And how a kindled heart just makes me glow.
I'm worn all out from whipping to and fro;
I only seek, I think, my cardinal vice,
Yet still I could make use of your advice:
Despite my doubt it e'er would end this woe.
I wonder whether I did fall from grace,
Or grace and I'd, alas, to both depart;
Perchance, I pray, my greed will grace restore.
Oh longing've left me lying out of place;
At least it puts at times at ease my heart:
To know for sure I'm going back for more!