Free Post: Poem

Carpe Diem

One chance,
my only.
Take it?
Leave it?
I hear the latter
yet my desire is placed
already
in its own arms.

One cannot wish alone,
for time is a valuable thing,
yearning,
leaning,
for the prospect of
satisfaction
in nothing but itself.

One may depart from the desire,
left,
with no regrets.
Desire may depart from it,
yet loiter,
with regret.

To seize the day,
one must lay
siege
to it.
Every day must be taken,
with or without regret,
for the impulsive gratitude of one's
desire.
So, I say,
take it, for it has been waiting
already.