Prima Donnaisms/Reality Check-In

You blow out your own candles to revel in gloom,

and no-one more fearful than you are to you.

Searching for that misery where none exists,

shout "I will not be happy" as you pound your fists

on your own little soul and beat yourself blue,

make awful from fine " what a silly to-do...

To have all and more yet feel no joy at all,

you revel in navel-gazing but should be appalled

at your self-centred bleeding heart worn on a sleeve,

Where is your love? Is life not a sweet fleeting dream?

Posturing with melancholy and complicating much,

me thinks, so hard to the image is fair soft to the touch.

Dodging and diving, dramatically sinking into your gloom,

vain bathing in the maudlin irreal holds nothing true,

this need for manufactured calamity and existential angst

while looking good on paper is childish and rank,

there are those who have nothing, dying of need

- Is your theatre with meaning or an ego you feed?

Reviews

[Joiedevivre]

hmmmmmmm oops, i think we are all guilty of this, especially us who write poetry and publish online. Quite scathing, even if only directed to the self. Another good one.