Searingly Frigid

How scorching the denial
The rose left unpicked
The scent of rejection's plea
Left behind by avarice's boot and heal

The sound of reality's rocky brook
A quadrille of joy waiting to be heard
Ignored by ambition's blind ignorance
Smothering a modesty
Once willing to
Just be

Conquering mountainous goals
Drive unbridled ambition ever skyward
While warmth of valleys below
Beckon to embrace simplicity
Allow weeds knowing no better
To conjoin the continuum
Where nurtured harvests
Remain its honorarium

To the naked eye

Innocence
Once synonymous with nature's gift
Has become a rising furl of cold
From where a child of wonder once stood
Now lays waste to a dangerous void
A searingly frigid conscience
Void of modesty
A dry ice creation
That must exist enclosed
To realize
To know
What it's become