Sweet Narcissim

Posted on

In stark silence I lay,

Prostrate on a cement road,

Called existence.

I wait on a future that doesn’t show itself.

Lingering in my own abstract reality.

Expecting a universe to bow before me.

As if in all it’s intricate wonder,

It owes me the favor of acknowledgement.

This narcissism boils over,

Dusting me in a coat of profuse pride.

That leaves me wanting so much more.

As if I am worthy,

As if I have earned it.

Indeed, a fantasy of being so primitively important,

Is only a delusion that I carry,

In the recesses of my soul.

It will return to the darkness shortly,

And I will stand back up.

Trodding ever forward,

Duty bound, future focused, unnoticed.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s