In the colossal universe, I know I'm a trifle.
Yet in my bubbles, pride and prominence resonate.
Every night, I impugn my existence.
Every day, I flaunt a warrior's armour.
I crave to roar victory from the summit.
But I don't own the verve to take the fall.
My eyes never glisten with empathy
Even as I expect bowed heads in my court of denial.
Beneath the cinch, I am entropy in disguise.
Even in the pools of fame, ripples of envy thrive.
I can dive deep into the oodles of love.
But as I return, amnesty becomes a forgotten friend.
I have faces that go through phases.
Tis' a goblet of chilled embers, my mind.
I am silken petals of grace just as
I am dreary thorns of helplessness.