poetry

echoes of narkissos

There's a numbness in your sadness...

You know pain only when you feel it,
Backhanding the aspirin as you’d rather deal it;
There’s a numbness in your sadness—
And a dumbness in your madness—
Wherein it’s lost, the opportunity for introspection.

It would nonetheless be a rayless reflection,
Whereby every whimsy of the worthy world
Is made so desperately, darkly dimmer;
For, upon that glossy, gladless glimmer,
You would esteem none above yourself the dearer.

It is for you, my mournfully misled lady,
That magic made the mirror.


 

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