Too many exotic beings line up
In my sight as I turn my head.
All of them are beautiful, gorgeous,
Quite tempting. But they're not perfect.
How can anything be perfect when evil
Has marred their face? How can these
Aliens ever be truly holy
When they can't satisfy needs
Of joy and shared, secret pleasure?
Why must any hint of incompatibility
Lead to an instant rejection?
I must sit back and accept fallibility.
Perhaps I was wrong to travel
To this desert of inhuman corpses,
When my hunger and misery
Won't help to solve my lack of clear choices.
I can only hope for a find who can
Complete me the way I need.
It might take over a year, or two, or
Ten, but I'll get there. You'll see.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Corner
PoëzieThis is a collection of poems that I have written that range from light and bubbly, to highly disturbing. Please vote if you like them and comment if you have any questions, although I may refrain from answering.
