From the Shadows of Narcissism

A hybrid haiku/tanka poem

Photo by Brian Lundquist on Unsplash

Loudly quiet. Flushed.
Words caught, unable to speak.
Fists clenched, tense and tight.

Irked and frustrated,
desiring more out of life.
Something needs to change.
Receiving less than deserved,
giving more than anyone’s earned.