Oscar Dhonesquil Esquilona
Self-Discipline - Poem by Oscar Dhonesquil Esquilona
Now is the time to fast, abstain from eating meat and full meals.
My stomach cries so loud, deafening my ears, I hunger so badly!
The chance to find something to fill this souring intestine is so untamed.
But when the bread appears, blinding my eyes, blocking my soul, a very enemy of mine is myself and flesh! This is a hard challenge for me, a combat I barely win!
It is a vice, eating too much! It's a bad habit I have, I can't fight!
I always lose, I'm frail, I'm weak, I'm lame, and prone to fall. It is a prohibition that I am required not to eat too much, since it is Lent - the time for fasting and abstinence! But this so aching stomach, accustomed to being full and satisfied, brings my soul to Death. Lame and dead am I without self-discipline!
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