Validation

Quick glance.
Small nods
Big chance
Sick pods

Some fest’ring blooms
Some compliments
They grow, your boons
As doom ferments

Seamless shimm’ring suns glow
Washes ‘cross lands of mind.
Flowers, they sprout and grow
The greatest crop we find.

Validation, thy ego’s food.
It grows in plums of small success.
It grows in pounds as you do good
but hides from you it is just jest.

It’s strange you know, their sweeter ichor
with it’s noxious drops of sug’ry rush
it swells so many, they burst with vigour
they break, they fall, they spread the slime.

Poems critiqued: https://www.reddit.com/r/poetry_critics/comments/8b0d1m/a_lost_thought/

https://www.reddit.com/r/poetry_critics/comments/89nixe/the_river/