I Have Imperfection: I Don't Cry


When in relation to sleep I will happily do so,

while we weep at our stress, we also forget on our armrests.

It so touching to realize,

that I have been tendertized-

I have only myself to blame, and the others to watch:

I am imperfect.

but it does not matter.


I will write to my content, and wallow to my sow-

crying alone, and only happy... truly happy alone.

I am imperfect,

but I do not care,

you can stab with a knife and I would thank you,

I'll make you king.


And it so sad to see,

that I am imperfect right here,

It is so hard to feel,

I have nothing to blame but myself,

It's so sad to know,

I have tenderized myself,

It's so sad to see,

others do the same.



while I grow,

my root will follow,

it so beautiful.


it's so down to earth, many will eat their dirt just to see;

but I need this, 

I need to know.


relative to sleep I will happily do so,

while we mourn we will wake,

and it so beutifull,

enough to make us cry.



I don't cry



  • Author: Elias (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 12th, 2021 21:47
  • Comment from author about the poem: This poem represents the imperfection we all have, while also stating the anxiety we experience because of this. I tried to send a message here that we should not be ashamed of ourselves, and we may cry about this but over time we will mature.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 19


  • Neville

    an interesting introduction to your writing Elijah .. N

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