Abstract Scale of Perfection

Five Jugs on the receiving end of silent tears flowing through the eyes of pressure from wonderful homes shining the light so bright from filaments on the brink of burning out. In the court of perfection, this home is its clerk but beneath its underwear is a smell of lack loans have made its belt completely slack squeezing out tears into a jug so black. Another is so blessed, emitting wealthy rays but in it, unity and love weep and pray everyone makes hay too much to go astray white on the outside but in the inside, grey. Yet another home of good reputation but having only toilets a worthy combination but with each member a suspect conflicting issues, their interests secretly flirt expertly pausing the time bomb set on their bracelets. A family of helpers, leaning on a thread comfort is strained by the need for more bread a smiling extended family, yet each heart dreads bringing out not just tears but ones in red. Parents of the year, showcased on people’s screens wonderful kids with beautiful names as Irene but turmoil from these teenagers never ever seen makes any grass grown there never green. The light from successful families comes from wires of grit and endurance. Love and happiness also grow in the vase of issues and perfection only a mere make-up which shadows challenges for the world to see a bright home.