Narcissist Impulse
Time turns on wrinkled canvas,
winter spider in twilight hour
weaves senility web,
empty eyes wander in wasteland.
Hedonist psyche refuses
to gauge the grief of loss.
Face morphs into metaphor
for the past panorama dislodged,
captured in the snapshot
of narcissist impulse congealed.
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2024
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