April Walter Skyy Poet Blank verse

Imperfection

Blemishes I see upon my body
Destroying my own temple
Could it be that simple

Damned to dream
and not sleep
As so it seem
and soon I will reap

From my own hands the cuts
Showing the pain in my soul
Tarnished it would be
if it was up to me
Unable to separate from what you see

My mind waiting for the day
I could leave as me
All my flaws already known and shown
Could this be green with envy

Head down
with nothing to say
No ones perfect
Imperfection he seeks
the down and out
He would show peace

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Janet Lorenzo September 24, 2015 at 2:48 PM great poem - I'm not sure of the meaning but I hope that writing it lifted some of that burden.

Eric Boddie August 30, 2015 at 11:39 AM no one is perfect is the honest truth....we need only look in the mirror to find proof....but we have to look beyond the flesh to understand the heart....and once we recognize our flaws, we become better works of God's Art....;) April Walter Skyy August 30, 2015 at 12:52 PM I know this is true but...I am always so blue. Trying to figure out me.