The monster of perfection.

What is perfect?

Perfection is around

The pure, the full beings.

In the midst of this

Lays the torn petals of a flower

Broken.

A Frankenstein captured

Overexposed and unworthy

An artificial being

With nature ripped from its very soul

And the angels cry

Because their creation

Is nothing but a silent, screaming

Deranged, crazy

Monster.

And the more they try to fix it

And the more the years go by

The flaws just keep adding on

And as they are enveloped in a foreboding sadness

They cry silent tears

For what they hold dear

Has come full circle.

Author's Note

Experimenting with darker elements. So, what do you think?

Reviews

[AndyJCash]

This is pretty interesting actually, especially those last two lines. I've never thought of the striving for perfection as something that can consume you and make you imperfect. Of course, what is perfect as you ask. This poem is great, I read it over again and it's brilliant. Great write :)

[Hunter C. Brown]

a very interesting poem. unlike something i've ever heard before