I met with Narcissism.
He was by the pool and doing what he loved.I thought he looked like a fool.
For sure that was what he was.

  Most times,he forgot things that needed to be done so times passes by gradually.

  From seconds to minutes to hours.
Hours to days,days rolled into months and then into years.
And Narcissism was still by the pool.

  He never thought it was necessary needing someone,thought he was satisfied .

  Then the pool was pulled out
Dried up before his very eyes.
That was when he realised he would be bored.

  Went in search of more fun but there was none.
He didn't care really as he never did.
So he died being who he was.

WilliamsMarta(Tweencool)
Mamo's Poetry