Perfection

When I look into the eyes of thee,

I wonder why you fail to see,

That we are hardly born to be,

Perfection is in death!

 

Not before eyes glimmer cease,

And ends our short earthly lease,

Is there perfection one rarely sees,

Such as letting out last breath.

 

Despite our struggle to survive,

To prosper and to stay alive,

To keep ourselves safe we strife,

Returned must be what has been lent.

 

Our efforts’re barely more than vain,

Extend hardly more than pain,

But one emperor’s is the reign,

The inevitable end.

 

I dare you to doubt my words now,

To you I openly vow,

Perfection is in death!

Reviews

[annalysiar]

Awesome poem. Great story line.

[Archos]

Thank you!

[annalysiar]

Thank you for sharing

[Eala Cartwright]

I love this! The idea that throughout our whole lives we strive for our own ideas of perfection, but in actuality, the only time we ever achieve this perfection is when we are no longer around to bask in it! The idea that it's all an illusion I think is beautifully put across! x

[Archos]

Thank you a lot! I'm really glad you liked it. I'm pleased to know I haven't written it in vain :)

[Eala Cartwright]

welcome :) and i'm glad, I think there is a lot to learn from this poem about societies attitudes towards perfection and the pressure we all feel to be perfect :) x

[hellaman]

wow! love the first stanza... When I look into the eyes of thee,
I wonder why you fail to see,
That we are hardly born to be,
Perfection is in death!


Lovely Piece

[Archos]

Thank you! I'm glad you like it :)