Echo Seeker

White

White is lonely,

White is cruel,

White is scorning of the fool.

 

White is endless,

White is bright,

It blinds the eyes, engulfs the light.

 

White is perfect,

Knows no stain,

And when blemished, can’t be whole again.

 

. . .

 

White is not my favorite color,

It has a most unpleasant pallor.

 

It holds no comfort in its heart

Its only purpose to pick apart

 

All your marks and scuffs and scrapes

All your nicks and cracks and breaks.

 

…But I can understand its lure.

Perfection what a simple cure

 

To our pains, aches, and sorrows

Our crippling pasts, worthless tomorrows.

 

But child, please don’t spend your days 

In a deep perfectionist craze.

 

Humans cannot bleach their skin

Caulk their cracks, reach deep in

 

Remove their heart, lungs, and intestines

Drain their blood and slash their eyes

 

Till nothing but sickly pearly white

Glares right back in mirror’s sight

 

And expect to smile wide

At perfection personified.

 

 

Comments1

  • tundrol

    I have it on very good authority that the quest for perfection our society demands can leave the individual gasping for breath at every turn: Diana Spencer



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