The Self-absorption of Man (Sonnet I)

I am victim of the same vainglory,

As many men before—I often sigh

Arrogant breaths as I write the story

Of penitence I watch wither and die.

From conceited lips come sputtered speeches—

I am guilty of my own thoughtless ink,

Spilt to satisfy the inner reaches  

Of my thoughts, as deep as my kitchen sink.

I have lived the self-absorption of man—

The feeling, I assume, plagues every mind

That has ever thought since time first began—

I regret the ego I’ve not declined.

I have turned my back on kindness—the light—

Now I wish to grasp it with all my might. 

    DannYetman

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