Day 21’s official prompt was to deal with the myth of Narcissus, while Local Gems encouraged one to write about faith. So I decided to do both, and write of the narcissism of a false friend, who in turn was a Myth.
If you prayed for answers
you did not listen.
Though the truth was already revealed…
you demonised the chaste
so that one’s own evils were concealed.
I spoke plainly yet profoundly,
in words you would not hear.
Thoust a monkey – speaks of evil
whence closed of mouth an’ ears.
one ‘tis owed thrice.
For the clean ‘re seen as dirty
whence heads ‘re covered in lice.
As illusions fade,
I stand beside a lake.
My faith in you was real,
though your friendship was fake.