Perfection

To be accepted
By one who loves,
Is to breathe air that is from home.
It’s craved and infatuated, by those who have
The acquired taste.

The one unfortunate is,
That craving can not always be
Filled.
Some of the ones that love will not have a
Workable fit.
And I admit, it can tear me bit from bit.
But, fight I do to be the best
Even if not good as the rest.
I try my best.

As long as life is lived;
The fight for acceptance is an
Ongoing war.
I will fight it, even if faced to the floor.
And when hands roped around my back
Constrict me off course,
I can beat it with all will’s force.

Because acceptance by love
Is a gift from above that is an impossible
Package to unwrap.
Layer after layer, my hands wear down.
Layer by layer, you realize, there is no crown.
You do not get that breath of success,
Because that soon empty package will give you more mess.

We cannot be perfect for love,
It’s an impossible puzzle from above.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

-N.N

Reviews

[Nassira]

Your poem has the shape of a hustle to get to the core! Love once again full of mystery and missing the pieces for its perfection ... because perfection is not to be found among ourselves. I enjoyed reading this poem
a lot :)

[A.K.Bruhn]

Great message you could shortin it though all in all it was pretty good