Echo Seeker

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.



  • Author: Echo Seeker (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 17th, 2020 15:51
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 52
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  • 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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