Self-Loathing Ghazal
A bloated aged dancer gazes in the mirror, bare of clothing
Nauseated, flowing crocodile tears, stare of self-loathing
Juggling colored balls, the rotund circus clown delights children
Sorrow paints his comedic Emmet Kelly face, red scare of self-loathing
On a yellow school bus, the chunky girl sits alone, reading her book
Hides her face from the other children, despair of self-loathing
An artist, the huge butcher man fillets fish to culinary perfection
Massive belly covered with bloody apron, sloth bear of self-loathing
My bulimic sister purges breakfast with a long finger
She doesn’t know that I know, but I share her self-loathing
I study crushing cathartic confessions from computer diaries
Over and over, repeated stories spew wear and tear of self-loathing
Keith writes thoughtful musings in his online journal
Chants a quiet prayer to heal all the sadness, aware of self-loathing
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