egomaniacal poesy

I fight the disease of my inward eye;
A struggle to slice through its boundless shell;
The self induced vision of me, my, I-
Where an illusion of disaster dwells!

The tumor takes course throughout my cold veins,
Promising warm life from fingers to pen,
I create a dance using words to feign
Colorful visions deep in draining zen.

Truth lost in rhyme reoccurs in tired themes
Where verse mustn’t be a vain reflection
Of how my cloaked and cunning mind will scheme
Pinpointing fears with word and perception.

These thoughts sleep sound on paper in a sea
Of egomaniacal poesy!