Armageddon

If you are not prepared 

To hear the story

You are not ready

To receive 

The gems held within

You are like

The new born infant

Suckling 

Immersed in 

A consciousness of 

Instant gratification

This is natural a state

For that infant

Not so for you

An adult 

Come down then

From your high horse

Lest you be thrown

Necessarily 

By your portrayal

Of spiritual advancement

Without 

The requisite 

Foundation pillars

Without 

 even a modicum 

of patience

Little chance 

You will empower

Sinew and bone

Hone the blade

Of persistence 

Develop

Undying steadfastness

Necessary to do battle

With your own demons

Feigning ascension

Will have little consolation

When the fabric 

Of your own darkness

Imprisons your heart

In muted inaction

The battle 

You presume to wage

With all those 

Around you

Calls the warrior spirit 

Within you 

All that you can bring to bear

Upon that which

Would have you

Wandering life's gardens

Convinced they are battlefields

Where eventually 

Your lifeless body would be found

Having choked the life 

From it

With your own hand.

R. O'Neill (September  04, 2017)