Perfections TauntA Poem by CalebMust I shout to the hollow mountains Like gushing streams of many fountains? Must I plead to the empty hills Like an empty, soulless shill? Why do I seek out your good name; Must I always fall short of fame? Who’s to say your name is good When all you are is simple cud? I never understood this endless feud With all my thoughts have now been queued. Everyone is put to a pointless hold; Until I find this answer to bold. Why do you still linger here; Have you yet another tear? To only add another drop In a pool you’ve already topped. I always admired you from safest distance; Must I now bend down for repentance? Have I flown too high above To burn these wings made out of love? Have I never matched your quickened pace? Or have I been tripped by my own lace? I only want to land near to you As I stand here, waiting for perfection’s cue. © 2016 CalebReviews
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