Perfection
A Poem By Ken Cruz
Perfection
Something I always sought
Somehow I always fell short
Born flawed
Yet still I scratched and clawed
But never content with my own reflection
Because I was so far from perfection
Now as I begin to decay
I look at my peak and pinnacle
As it waste away
I wish I could go back
Relive and relish the day
At least I was strong and close to perfection as one could say
But now it seems I'm content to just wither away
Because everything I once valued and cherished has never come to stay
The pain of my imperfection
Has ruined me like a honey moon with no election
And I've waited paitently for gods interjection
For hes granted my wishes before
But I took for granted and didn't cherish or adore
And now it seems he's around no more
Or perhaps it was always just the devil knocking at my door
Perfection.
I realize I can attain no more...
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