His written prize

Even with his sin confessed in unwanted words.
No peace does it give as he searches for his prize.

Penned genteel abstractions of life and love.
Hide his misread contempt in their musings.

But he carries on for the sake which matters most.
Still kept from sight but not unseen in all his dreams.

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