A BASIC END

I have taken
a low cudgel
To your towering citadel, that
You daily put
An embankment
Around my oceanic fill

My fillets are
nudging
Your shallow means,
How selfish
You put your beauty
to a basic end

I pry into your look
Infront of a dusty mirror
To see your beauty forth
But, alas
Only tattered image formed
Inside the broken glass