I am using this poem as a precursor to my upcoming, “Man Bag Monday.”
Consider it a teaser trailer!
I would give the context of this poem but authorial intent doesn’t matter right….
On Being Judgmental : A Poem
You stand with your eyes of fire staring me down pointing crooked fingers of perfection at my lack of divinity reminding me of all I am not and all I will never be your glare is ice upon the surface of my soul its cool breeze causes me to question everything my mind becomes a dark cellar thoughts lost in the dust of forgotten days forgotten dreams repressed nightmares and sins that were once locked away Now Exposed in Darkness Your reflection of righteousness strips me of all my dignity leaves me cold naked alone I am forced to see myself through your eyes through your ideals through your grandiose nonsense But I cannot see you because your superficial posture blocks out the light