The Lesson of Imperfection
The Lesson Of Imperfection
Satan taints my blood, as does God.
It was perfection that I sought.
But, now I've learned quite a lot.
I shall never stay the same.
I may never win this game,
The Game of Good versus Evil.
It was perfection I could not equal.
I contained too little charm.
I could only give the gift of harm.
The shadows cloaked my heart,
But, really they were there from the start.
I used to yearn for perfection,
But instead, I learned the perfect lesson.
My heart will always be at war with my mind.
Imperfection is where true perfection lies.
This poem is about:
Me