Waiting in the darkness
Is the person of my nightmare
Always haunting me
Telling me what to do and think
It's become more then a thought
It's an obsession
For perfect
But what is perfect?
But a dream that is portrayed
Everyone's perfect is different
And when we reach perfect
Will that be enough?
Or will we continue to want more?
A question which remains unanswered always..Loved this piece.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your perfection absolutely keeps the pace of perfection. Though I have composed a poem on this topic. Hey1 well done. keep it up.