Perfection's Coal

The eyes are the windows to the soul

Look deep and you will see

An unpolished diamond, perfection's coal

Aching to be set free

Like a baby in its mother's womb

Trying to find it's way out

Searching for light on its way to the tomb

Heaven now turns to doubt

Like an echo lost to the darkest night

Trying to find its way back

Exposing the truth on its way to the light

Seeing the things that we lack

Like reprobate whispers confused by the breeze

Not knowing which way to blow

Trying to decide which moments to seize

Complaining that time is too slow

Yesterdays fall like clouds full of rain

Todays, now covered with strife

Perfection's coal, no more than a stain

But also known as life

Reviews

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Another fabulous piece of art, Whiskurz :)

[Whiskurz]

Thank you lynn.....Whisk

[afra]

awesome write ....i love it ...well done

[Whiskurz]

Thank you my friend.....Whisk

[Quill~]

Amazing write. The emotions are right above the surface clouded in pain. There is an honesty about being lost and confused that makes this imperfectly perfect.

[Whiskurz]

Thank you.......Whisk

[Quill~]

:) My pleasure.

[kublakhan27]

Nice poem...very lyrical...and coming from a coal-mining family, I like the metaphor^^

[Whiskurz]

Thank you.......Whisk