Poem
My Narcissist Nymph
My narcissist nymph has forsaken me
enraptured by the water mirror.
My seas are made of salt
and my water is delusion upon delusion.
I remember when she was a child
climbing the ladders of the sky,
slumbering in my lap,
playing and diverting my fantasy.
I cry......
memory becomes bare.
Secreted by madness..
I search for pain
that permeates
the soul,
to crucify me in language,
a language that would
bring colors back to my life.
Copyright © Munir Mezyed
Poetry by munir mezyed
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Written on 2006-12-11 at 15:25
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