These selfies made of verse
Have gone from bad to worse;
For the whole gist?
A narcissist
I am – and it’s a curse.
I write down how I feel
As though that’s some big deal:
But what’t the point?
To self-anoint
And bear the martyr’s seal?
Perhaps, if I looked out
I’d see what it’s about.
But do I dare?
It’s dark out there,
Befogged by fear and doubt —
These verses, though, can be
An aid, if you’re like me:
For writing shows
My life still goes
And not just
Pointlessly
