Fulfilment Poem by klever Gold

Fulfilment

Rating: 3.5


You like to be clothed in a caparison
And honoured in your majesty.
You like adoration and praise
And you hate moments of faux pas.

You brag a lot about you times of abjection,
And how you fought your way into coziness.
And now you live your life in drunkenness,
It is like a curse is attached to your alleviation.

Now you are lost in your dreams,
Fulfilment is no longer a fantasy.
You have all you ever wanted,
Now your peace is all that is hunted.

Now your eye is wildly open to vanity,
As she smiles back with humility.
With a smile, sorry she says to her master,
You might regret this forever.

Vanity is the closest friend to 'more'
And 'more' is the habitant of man.
Growing on the most fruitful soil,
But could be treated and maintained like weed.

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