Deprevation

sopping up the inspiration, creativity and beauty from life's dregs

circles, spheres, and all things perfect. November 6, 2015

Filed under: MORE,Poem — nomisyar @ 15:32

I wanted
perfection
wrapped up in flaws.

I received
flawed beauty
reflected from without.

The hardest
thing I have never done
is to forget that I am not.

I give
until
I can’t,
then I roar
with the fierceness
of a potato.

When’s it all
over?
oh.

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