I’m imperfection standing on the edge of sanity
I’m the breathing body looking at the world’s ugliness.
I’m the emotional being drawn towards violence, love, sacrifice, anger and intelligence.
but the world does not know
oh it does not know the meaning
of its purpose.
I ponder and wander,
looking for a definition of life
that is humanity
one part of our meaning,
destroying within and without.
I am the imperfection standing on the ledge.
I am the soul that searches for meaning…
I am the mirrored reflection of my own self.
In a place destined to potential emptiness
in a vast wasteland
that is called earth
in depth seeking a reflection of inner self.
I wish I could reflect on nothing,
The reflective water should be splashed away.
I am the imperfection in the reflected mirror, trying to know my own self
Poetry
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I really would love an interpretation of this poem. It’s wonderful in the fact that it is abstract and causes the reader to think. The problem being the more I thought the more I did not understand. So I think you are imitating the great TS Eliot here.
I understood that you think the world is eerie and that you’re imperfection, but I’m confused at how all this ties together.
Thank you. I appreciate the advice. I will take it into account. I actually wasn’t thinking about t. S Eliot when I wrote it. Interesting.
I loved that you used an oxymoron throughout this poem. It really shows how the speaker is struggling by seeing the world and themselves as good. Also, I like the repetition in the beginning and end of your poem.
I do suggest; however, you use some punctuation in the beginning of your sentence. There needs to be some constructed pauses in the beginning and ending of your poem.
Thank you. Taking that into account as well. Always learning when it come to writing poetry.