The narcism of man
Is it beauty that we seek?
All that is fair
exquisite and graceful,
to be adored by all
proud, haughty…
Look into your heart
shouldn’t it be full of
love, warmth and passion?
alas,
whole it’s not
but
fragmented,
vanity, conceits and narcism
abounds.
Oh how bristle
the soul had become
the humanity
that is man
diluted, diminished
splintered beyond repair.
If you like this post, why not read these other stories as well. They 're randomly generated though :)
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- The Melancholy of Me, Part 1…
- A Poem for Mariuca.
- Poetry Thursday: An Open Window
- of night…
- Sunday Scribblings: I get that sinking feeling…
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