Narcissus’ plea by Jason Ntaro

I do not see why my nature offends you so.
I cannot fathom the passion with which you wish me leave my breathe.

I try to watch my reflection, nothing but perfection.
Why would you scoff the wonderful works of your father?

Would you rather i wither in ponds of poisoned envy?
Speak the tongue of the Spartans lying slain?

Or to you, lord of all, Would you, my creator, have me bask in my own splendour?
While you name me vain?
Am i devoid of substance,
i your son?

All i am become is curse from the tip of the gods tongue.
Yet blessing and musing to damsels in thousands.

A glance from my pool of sight would lure storms still.
A taste of my touch, leaves nymphs yearning for much.

Humbly i bow,
Rescind the tragedy you bless me with.
Smile a sun and set stars in my palm.
Make my soul unblemished, ready as alms.

Steady my stride, and rekindle the lust for love.
Open my need, free from greed.
Awaken my heart to feel others beat.

Author: Open Mic

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