You Never Wrote a Poem

 

You Never Wrote A Poem

(observation of narcissistic writers)

You never wrote a poem

Extolling sentiment

Your words always felt guilty

Never innocent

Your words were full

But full of emptiness

Hiding in a verse or rhyme

Devoid of luminescence

You never wrote a poem

That one could love

You wrote of things below

And not above

You wrote of terror

Like something to be praised

Something buried 

Waiting to be raised

Your words were lying lips

That smiled so sweet

Yet every word you wrote

Dripped with deceit

You never wrote a poem

That was believed

But when the ending finally came

The reader was relieved

Where humble poets of other sorts

Spread rhymes of mirth

No one could ever ascertaian

Your rhyming's worth

Perhaps no gift but great potential

You hide behind your eyes

And you may write a lovely line

To catch us by surprise

But you've never written anything 

That to a heart rang true

It's clear you never wrote a poem

That wasn't about you.

🅒Voo Shining Stone

 8/14/24 

2:10 a.m.