A Misochist Poem by john tiong chunghoo

a masochist
daily turning in words
knowing full well
nobody would read
nor take a look at
yet this yearning to spin
a web of words
to trap myself
in self aggrandisement
that elation after a work
is completed
a satiated spider
all alone in its
perfect wide web
a sculptor takes a look
at his sculpture
every chip taken out
a part of himself
chiselled off
elements
that stifle his art
his world
a perpetual struggle
against the mundane
to let the glitters
in him shine, sparkle
he struggles
for the right words
right charm, to let himself
free from the prison of banality
all the toil nobody would
even appreciate
an ant toils on with its castle
men view a molehill
he toils on savoring
each bit of his own work
work from the blend of
masochistic narciscism