NARCISSE

Narcissus loved his own reflection
His downfall gazed back at him
But he did not see it

Even when the waters rippled
His visage came back to him
Undisturbed

And when a turmoil came
The waters roiled
But inside, Narcissus remained calm

What kind of jolt must there be
To awaken him from this state
Of arrogant unawareness

Unless he faces himself
From deep within,
Somehow, he will always drown

And while he may seek of others
To sustain him in his reverie,
Still he will starve

Perhaps the others he fools
Are blind and deaf
And ready to drown as well.

Kira Braun