Ego Phobia

I am painting, evasively, lines on the paper…
My thoughts reflect overseas,
the wonders gather in me
watching how time is tying
the magic in my forehead.

But my ego doesn’t want to perceive me.
Near the borders of fire
A demon inside is chanting
a nazar, shaking my chin.
…I get lost through the lines on the paper…

Denuded stories invite me
to search more for myself,
on the thoughts’ dark grey I weave
wickets from ego phobia.
… I run through the lines on the paper…

© Simona Prilogan, Nottingham

Photo by Alexandra Ișvănescu on Unsplash


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