A power toxic.
And fuming thick.
With a mesmerizing narcissistic addiction.
Too hypnotizing for minds to resist.
The sickening affects of the presence of it.
Leaving many unamused.
But still too few to undo what's done.
Even if to end what is toxic quick.
This may be too late to save,
The ones left crazed craving the outrage.
Of a madness to miss.
With more of it wished.
If,
What has now become a need.
For a power so toxic.
Without it minds left to grieve,
Would permanently leave...
All memory of reality.
Left consumed by the fumes,
Of a narcissistic power that toxic.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem