Through every nook and cranny,
We search upon the faults.
Unknowing there is not many but upon our faults we search through every nook and cranny.
A perfect platter with a spec of dust.
A perfect car with a bite of rust.
We think, ponder, peel away.
until our mind is in disarray.
some may that this ability is egregious.
Others say "we're human"
But who's to say what humans are?
Who is to say what we are not?
We've gained so much control already
The possibilities are aloft
bit still, Through every nook and cranny.
we search upon our faults .
Before there were not many
But now there are a lot.
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Poetry Of All Sorts
Poetry- Book One Of My Poetry Series - Throughout life we morph and change depending on the things we see and the experiences we exchange. Poetry has been my refuge whilst taking on the small battlefields of adolescents. So I give to you, the beating h...
