Cathartic Narcisscyst
I like to feel the ocean air
running wildly through my hair
I imagine with each sandy step I take
that I wear a kabuki mask
The sun, the wind
all terrors lost
coupled with my sense of grief
overlook the waves below us
but I can't shake
this guilty heart
Never could
it's been here since
no amount of evidence
quells the fiery reach of demons
that plan things I could never start
Out of reach, not out of mind
does at times find peace
my working soul
Out of patience, though not out of mind
at a loss
out of control.
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