I met this Narcissus one night <br />in a party tendered by <br />this Endymion <br />and there are Adonises <br />meeting us in smiles and <br />masculine grace, <br /> <br />and they all speak of beauty <br />and how these flesh <br />that attract must be preserved <br />and rejuvenated <br /> <br />the mirrors in the room <br />rejoice <br />they look at their faces <br />and they all mutually admire <br />each <br /> <br />then i stop to ask them <br />why can't they love the other <br />the lonely and the challenged ones <br />of this society? <br /> <br />they look inside their eyes <br />and feel the love they all have <br />for themselves <br />the beautiful faces that only them <br />their eyes can love <br /> <br />this is what i call real ugliness.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/narcissus-8/
