Unspokenly Broken

There's something broken,

Something that goes unnoticed

And remains left unspoken.

We all sense it in our vision,

That longing for a bit more,

Kept from us by invisible division

We long for something better,

Something beyond our grasp,

Something greater, something bigger

Even if we remain unaware,

Our hearts ache for this perfection,

Because, deep down, we know it's there

The world we live now,

Is corrupt beyond repair,

But this perfection stays unfound

What is this brokenness,

This forever-elusive perfection,

The Utopia with no address?

The absence is ourselves,

We are the cause of imbalance,

The destruction of perfection

Our very presence seeps with death,

Polluting the morality of the world,

With each and every breath

Every word we let out is bitter,

Even kindness has a twinge of hate,

And love is but a distant figure