Do you really need that much attention
That your words tend to border on delusion?
Do you crave for the likes and the comments
That you twist common sense in your statements?
There's no point writing for mere self-esteem
The Ego is a jar that can never be filled.
And when this art stoops so low then it seems
The passion has died and Poetry has been killed.
When writers lace their poems with insanity
There's no wisdom that is gold for the mind.
When just to catch the eye they write what's crazy-
Then it's trash and not treasure that we find.
When we feed our readers with delusion,
We fail to value and respect their intelligence.
We may pride in advertising our presumptions
But we display, in part, our own nonsense.
Copyright © Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~02.12.19
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well crafted poem, dear Mommy Cynthia......10++++++