Dagger Eyes

Whoops! I apologize Mr. Mind; I didn’t mean to kick you between the thoughts.

Cultured and polished,
so suave and debonair,
You stand amidst a cyclone,
moving not a hair.
You’re quite the handsome fellow,
your lips a wicked leer,
You strike me with your dagger eyes,
and inject me with your fear.
I’ve finally moved beyond you, mind,
to a heaven high above,
far from this dome that you call home,
a prison without love.

Author's Note

The ego is wrapped up with itself in constant adulation, a frantic, self-indulgent, repugnant mindsturbation.

Reviews

[PrincessZeldaWannabe]

Really dark and lovely!

[Vaidehi]

a prison without love.. interesting, because prisons are normally not associated with love..

[LA Lorena]

mindsturbation! such an excellent word! I like it. Love the poem as well. I can see quite clearly that you aren't fond of conventionality. I knew there was something I liked about you!

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Very well written and we should never let anyone put us down. Love this!