Many of us hope that we can erase
Mistakes, and make ammendments
Backspace backspace backspace
Even as I am typing this, backspace.
We strive for perfection,
We hunger for it.
But life is a cruel cruel thing
We cannot have it.
Even the backspaces cannot save us,
For there are imperfections we can never remedy.
So what else can we do but enter.
YOU ARE READING
From the bottom of my heart
Poetrymy homemade poetry #94 in poetry on 17 Dec 2015, 10am #33 in poetry on 31 Dec 2015, 12.36pm #12 in poetry on 17 Jan 2016, 11.58pm All rights reserved © Cover designed by @dcrktimes
