A few years ago,
A scorching fall evening,
I set eyes on a presence
An understated event, sweet even.
What I saw, can’t be unseen
What I know, stays forever
And, how it changed me
I detest the me I became.
The power of influence
The intricate web of manipulation
The innumerable stings of
Words that wound, throb on.
The toxic stench of narcissism
Buried my endeavors of altruism
Forsaking all clichés here
Karma looked the other way.
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