Vanity Poem by Brandon Nothing
Vanity
Pitiful they do seem to be
Hospitality is drained from my veins
A vision which blurs before me
An image before me dialates
So true, that I can see right through you
Dear vanity, what has become of me?
A prodigial idol too high to even speak
Within the clouds I see no storm
Lightning shakes all around
Little do I notice
That I am amongst common men
Sunday, May 30, 2010
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4/26/2024 5:37:26 AM # 1.0.0.1119
very intresting i enjoyed reading this poem cant wait to read more of themm :)