The Narcissist
Like dragon flies
your words fly into my face
a trail of smoke
fills the air
I cannot answer your questions
Dry dirt
shows the cruelty of time
I lie still in the field
I assume you interpret my silence
I am unable to answer
You read my eyes
I fling it all back to you
in my mind. I manage to laugh
The dust flies in my eyes
finds wings and breaths
fire into you. “Get me out of this barren field
you fool!
You roll into the dust
and I am alone
Copyright © Stuart Silverman | Year Posted 2026
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