All around me
I see people
Flawed
I see hate
Greed
Bitterness
Imperfections
On every head
I am sired in flaws
Enmeshed in stains
Mistakes
Yet, I strive
I try
To mop away the spots
The filth
The guilt
Hard as I tried
I am still here
ME
Flawed
Infected
With impurities
Imperfections
I am caught up in this throng
Of this popular guilt
A chain on every feet
Oh! Perfection
How I love to be you
Perfection is a dream
Yet
I must keep this dream
Alive
‘Cos dreams do come through
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In response to the Daily Prompt – Perfection.
Peace and Love!
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We are all more perfect in our imperfections, because those imperfections are an integral part of us. Without imperfections, how could we improve ourselves.
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I love your poems so beautifully written!
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Thank you. 🙂
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