Self portrait III

Shallow introspection

Extend and recoil

Anxious hands winding shreds of wool

Vapid vulture draped in skin

feigning hope 

And the only insight is that there is no insight

Just poor regurgitation and petty adoption

There's something about a mindset fractured

Is it really self loathing if you look for an excuse

If you can't comprehend is it foolish to assume

I could adorn myself in dark incisive words

but none of it is true

 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

sometimes we just can't see the good in ourselves even if we know it is there...we cover it in loathing, in self-deprecation so much that we fracture our emotions, and our vision of what we are...but it is still there...the good...your last two lines prove it....what an excellent, introspective write...

j.