The Black Rose

The Black Rose

By Lobsang Kyizom
Can’t you use your eyes,
To see your actions in a truthful light?
No silver coating, no camouflaging,
Nor the pretense of a facile self love.
What good do you find to believe,
A thorny blossom as a vibrant rose,
What judgement will you pass,
When all you see is the picture half.
Its amazing how a friend can turn,
Into someone you used to know,
Hard as I tried to put up with it,
Impossible remains a single handed clap.
Unacknowledged were my words and aids,
Your ungracious mind sees the faults alone,
Doubtful I am though,
For it to accept those of yours.
High and wise you sham to be,
I could but laugh at this vile narcissism,
Such a form you are,
Silver coated, camouflaged and a terrible self lover.

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