Dysfunctional Inner Peace

The scorpions creeping out from words slowly, acutely framing where judgement claims the higher position unconditionally lone vulture hanging over its unsuspecting prey ready to pounce once so blind ambitions reverberates back as unqualified honours least deserved Pompous narcissistic elements with nonsensical fruitless talent held within egotism where fools of choice becomes one’s ability under total admiration publicly declared in lonely self-centeredness becomes a sterile reflection back to oneself blinded by arrogance As friends become nemesis’s unnamed obstacles of your vainglorious rise Sounding echos reverberates a never ending recording of undeserving self-pride knowing more than all of what is right claiming the false prize for me, me, me It matters not that lonely superiority must accept the great divide False praise their claims attention that inflames your senses unjustly wise crying regrets a prize is a prize nothing to be gained under the sun or moon striving after winds have blown a gale force within hidden torment the wreckage that's left after such destruction can only be found wanting a co written piece in unrhymed quatrains by Donna Loughman and Liam McDaid