13
Sep

‘I strive for perfection’

I strive for perfection,
but there is no such thing
I listen to music,
so beautiful, how it will bring
Time…alone the notes will play
natural, but only a moment to stay
Weather so mine, a day of moments
climbed to the top of this trail
Betrayal…
Now I wonder this, with notes that rhyme
for a gentlemen, not yet seen his prime
Alive he sits in an empty room
Alive he sits on a stool
hands of pain, gifted, yet thought of shame
Can one recover?
of all he lost?
Pieces float upon his mind
He left behind…
Eyes of sadness, but bring hope
Kind…
he picked up the broken glass
alone in class
One of a creation
So made to accomplish
the notes began to rhyme
so did time
so did time…

© Copyright Mani Amar

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In self-reflection; I can honestly say all that is good in my life has been a direct result of my artistic expression. Be it through writing poetry, prose, or philosophy, through painting or photography, or through filmmaking, art saved my life and it can save yours.
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