Imperfect

Posted: December 6, 2016 in Poems
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Running out of patience.
Running out of love.
Mind falls short of understanding,
Heart’s getting too onion-skinned.
 
Hands and feet lacking the diligence
To render selfless service from above.
Thoughts of care turn to accusations
Instead of loving considerations.
 
One trigger piles after another
and the day doesn’t get any better.
Every word and thought reveal my defects,
Every action proclaims I’m imperfect.
 
Running out of patience.
Running out of love.
And as my soul seems to go astray,
Tears of self-contempt run hurriedly away.
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