Get me back my sleep, oh God.
I am decaying day by day,
mentally, physically… in innumerable ways.
Neither can I cry, nor can I write.
I don't know what fight
is going on in my mind every day.
Oh God, bring back my normal days!
Am I an insomniac,
or do I simply like the calm of the night this way?
It's 2:29, and I am not fine,
dwindling somewhere in between.
Oh God, get me back my sleep anyway.
Do you know how frustration looks like?
Investing two years of your late twenties in someone
just to find out that the person has abandoned you for his family,
with whom you dreamt of building a family.
Do you know what tiredness feels like?
That you are in your early thirties
and so drained out
that you don't want to start with "Hey, what's your favourite colour?" once again.
Now you shall have to turn your loneliness into solitude.
Now you shall have to tell your desires to transform into a celibate
and just wipe away all the wishes to be a bride, to be a mother, to start a household so neatly,
as if you never desired them!
Just because you don't want to start anything
which will lead to futility.
Not anymore.
No more patience left to judge whose fault it was!
My windows were wide open.
I learned to think broader,
I used to see the broader picture through my windowpane.
My wider views never taught me to squint my eyes
when it was time to look through others' spectacles.
I felt human bonds were made in paradise:
thus I evoked all the pain.
Failing to endure all the mental tortures from humankind,
doubts are evoking in my mind;
I don't know if that was just a green screen behind my windowpane!
The bonfire wasn't comforting me anymore,
it was burning me inside out.
I thought it was odd, how it could be!
Maybe it's all my fault for not being able to tolerate the warmth
and blaming this comfortable symmetry.
I return back near,
leaving my doubt and fear.
This time, ashes were rising above,
but I kept my thoughts grounded.
Those all were darkening me from outside,
still, I was holding myself tight,
as I thought it was my darkness that was luring me.
Look deep in the mirror
You shall see your worst enemy
Then if you love what you see
You are not a potential barrier
To yourself, to your progress
Human beings should be better
Know and learn better every day
If not, you are an impostor
You must stop the delay
Of your mission and success
It’s important to set up goals
Act like a good candidate
Ignore the fools and the polls
It’s important to set up a date
Because our time is limited
You and I are passing by
In a flash, we must say good bye
Love ourselves; we’re not demented
If you love and respect whom you see
And admire in the mirror without being
Narcissistic, you are not your own enemy
You are a great person; a good human being.
Copyright © December 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
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Since I left you I found the world so new
‘Left’ meaning that as I got older and grew
I realized every apology you ever construed
was a strand in an intricate web of your lies
where is the full explanation?
A spiraling maze of emotional abuse under the guise
of a man living the American dream
so, it seemed you were an idea more than a person
I almost wish you weren’t there at all
because every time we see each other thoughts resurface
from somewhere deep within my subconscious mind perhaps?
traumatic memories spring like the flowers in April
contrasting imagery in the last line of text I’m certain
but confusion is what it feels like
I’m trapped in your dark world like it’s Tim Burton
At first, she dreamed in mirrored light,
Mistaking shimmer for the sun —
She called the shadow holy night,
And thought the wound was love begun.
The mask adored, the heart obeyed,
Till truth, like thunder, split her trance;
She saw the role her soul had played —
The healer caught in circumstance.
Then silence came — not death, but birth,
A quiet deeper than despair;
She met the dark within her worth,
And found her Self already there.
No savior left, no beast to fight,
No wish for vengeance or control —
She stood, at last, in her own light,
The union of a once-divided soul.
Narcissistic Woman
I saw her
Egoistic
She is nice
Magnetic
But man-hater
I am sorry, her
Why there are
So many
Narcissistic women?
God created
A man and a woman
This is
The life
Not a
Narcissistic woman
In my youth girls would sigh, your teeth are so bright
Now, like the stars, they come out at night
Once cavalier narcissistic
I have grown much more realistic
As a witty old genius, I'm an eternal delight
i get shown time and time again by broken men
red flags and warning signs
i think they will change
but in reality the only person changing is me
the sweet loving girl i once was
is being turned into someone cold and harsh
a girl who once had brown glistening eyes
and shiny brown hair
now her eyes are black and blank
her hair black dull and dead
he never changed
only i
Son of a gun narcissistic
With a personality pessimistic
Everything resolves around you
Victor or victim that you bruise
When you look in silver mirror
You can’t see because you fear me
My natural beauty that you deface
Graceful in defeat as you beat me again
And yet somehow I still WIN
I let you walk in my trap
Recorded it all and sent it zap
To the authorities for proof
No more abuse wear your cell
Meant for my mind on yours
I’m forgiving me for loving YOU
Parting ways is so sugary
I have reasons to enjoy life
No longer fearing empowered
I am a black flower blooming
the blood ties,
those ropes around the neck,
they don't strangle,
they just tug and tug
till you can't breathe right.
they call it love,
but it's a slow poison,
each word, each glance
dripping venom,
soft as a smile,
sharp as a blade.
you stand there,
the man of the house,
fighting shadows that don't die,
smiling at the lies
that pass for truth.
how far should a man go?
as far as it takes,
to burn the bridges
and drown the past
in whiskey and time.
they'll scream, they'll claw—
but you,
you walk away.
To bow at feet divine, yet feel the weight/
Of every fault, each sin he does dictate/
A love proclaimed, yet fire awaits below/
In sadistic trials, our fate does show/
A tyrant's rule, a dictators scheme/
A mind consumed by power, it would seem/
In psychiatric terms, a narcissist plea/
A God who craves our praise, eternally/
If love so pure condemns to fire's embrace/
One questions this divine, omnipotent grace/
A paradox in words, where love and wrath/
Seem intertwined on a narrow path/
Communistic echoes in divine decree/
Where worship is forced/
And freedom can not be/
A kingdom not ruled by Democracy/
But by iron hands of theological tyranny/
The question lingers, in the silent night/
Can love be true/
When governed by such might/
In a World where mirrors lie/
And falsehoods find their stride/
The Narcissistic wanders by/
With grandeur in their eyes/
A veneer of charm and grace/
A smile that's falsely sweet/
Behind the mask, a hollow space/
Where empathy is in retreat/
Entitled to the highest praise/
They bask in admiration/
But challenge them, sparks will blaze/
A storm of retribution/
For in their realm, they reign supreme/
A fragile crown they wear/
When faced with a no answer/
They will plot and scheme/
Revenge laid bare, beware/
They'll spread the whispers, twist the truth/
A smear campaign begun/
To tarnish those who dare rebuke/
Their vengeance never done/
So guard your heart, be firm and wise/
Set boundaries, stand your ground/
The Narcissistic grand disguise/
In truth, is lost, is lost unbound/
They seek the world to kneel and bow/
To fuel their empty fire/
But look beyond the surface now/
And see their true attire/
In recognizing what is real/
We break illusion's hold/
The essence of their dark appeal/
A tale that's often told/
You shut your every door just to peak through your window to watch me try to pry it open,
You stay silent just to make your painful words run through my head,
You give me psychological passive trauma so that you be the first person i'll run to for help,
You buy me posters and tapestries to try to cover the holes in my walls that you've made and still make,
You make me feel like a burden and like i'm doing something wrong because i'm not always your step ladder, there to hold you up for you to be "above" everyone,
You give me mental issues just to invalidate and disregard my feelings and thoughts so no one can dive into all your horrible actions,
you make me suffer everyday with thoughts of s****e because I can't figure out what I did so horribly wrong to you for me to deserve this knot in my stomach I get anyone that I am not in a state of derealization,
You fill my entire being with misery and twist it so it seems like i'm doing something to you so then I won't feel like I should tell anyone because it's all my fault anyways, right?
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