Heart attacks the fragility of ego.

Heart attacks the fragility of ego.

If you only listen

To the praise

Of those who

Are afraid

To lose your favour,

Shy from confrontation,

Feed the belief

That festers inside,

Devouring

Tell-tale

Reminders

Of mortality,

That should be heard,

But are pushed away.

You will stumble,

And fall

Into an abyss

Of self love.

Lose who

You were,

Before Narcissus

Was born,

And fail to find

Who you could be.

If you turn your eyes

From truth

Because the sight

Is not a view

That appeals to you,

It will still appear

In slow reveals,

And will, eventually,

Steal the beauty

Of your soul,

Fill your

Dreams with hate.

A perpetual sorrow.

That ever lies in wait,

Between tomorrow,

And today.

A well dreamed life,

Cocooned

By layer on layer

Of wish fulfilment

And tied forever

To you, with

Lies as fine as webs

Of silken thread.

And before you realise,

A broken heart,

Once as pure

As journeys start,

Is blackened and surrounded,

By the leaden hush

Of self-delusion.

Caught,

Held in the grip

Of a fearsome crush,

That threatens to strip away

A foolish,

Youthful notion

Of immortality,

And bring you

Down to earth,

With what might be

A last and bitter taste,

Of harsh truth,

And a brief show

Of life’s true irony,

Death,

As the only cruel reality.