Narcissist 2
In the mirror’s grip,
he stands,
A lonely heart,
a cruel romance.
Chasing shadows,
lost in gaze,
A world of beauty,
yet never ablaze.
Reflections whisper,
yet he cannot hear,
Love's tender call,
forever unclear.
In a castle of glass,
with walls built high,
He searches for warmth
but can't see the sky.
Craving admiration,
yet blinded he goes,
A specter of love
in a garden of froze.
Yearning for connection,
yet doomed from the start,
Forever the narcissist,
no love in his heart.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Good job and will have you thinking about things.
This extremely well written and quite intriguing. Great job.