Imperfection

Break… crack! Mind splattering all about The soul is worn-out Body once made the temple of evil Tick, tock; time is the only witness to our deeds Just one day, at one edge, it will be the judge and our dishonest deeds; the culprit but I refuse to wait that late So my tatted garments I quickly change and the soul? Imperfection hums around my conscience Cream is but white, when laid beside black and takes it true name in the presence of white I could be the black and you, that lovely cream As I rewrite my reality, enjoy your dream and you’ll realize soon that you are but a devilish gene Time and change; I change with time but for the tongues from my past? Imperfection hums around my conscience Imperfection here! Imperfection there! Imperfection here! Imperfection there! Imperfection everywhere, but here Not the new self Here too? Imperfection hums around my conscience but I choke its gullet and now it reads… … I’m-perfection
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Tawiah Aboagye

I'm cool and Poetic, Author of the play The African Within.

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