Self-Veneration

Mind marooned in complexity Intricacy singular in each living The psyche shapes unique entity On alien attribute it won’t cling. In reserved recess riddles hide Sub-conscious search can’t find Probing plea of the world outside Can’t contrive the closed mind. A pining prisoner of own making A cocoon in introvert isolation I see all the faceless faces fading Me wedged in web of self-adoration. My morphed mind turns Nemesis Makes a mirror of mirage for me I look into it lurching to the oasis It is only me that I always see. In self-veneration, a false perception I notice Narcissus in me lonely lurk A secret switching over to obsession Lies latent, languishing in the dark. ____________ February 10, 2023 For Brian Strand Upto You Contest