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She Said, "It's My Life."
by W. Mahlon PurdinStriving to be always good is futility.
It is impossible for a human being to achieve.
At every turn we are tempted and succumb.
It happens over and over and over.
The dream of perfection is a false hope.
It deludes us into thinking that we will grow.
But then when it comes we always go down.
It's the way we are: unsettled, never sure, so weak.
We kid ourselves with religions and political reform.
But in the final moments we always screw it up.
There are no reasons other than the selfish ones.
And, if you doubt, just look in the mirror.
It's the darkness that always wins.
It's the curse of Adam and Eve.
Just when you think a bright day comes,
You stand there watching it leave. 07/05/2008 Posted on 07/05/2008
Copyright © 2026 W. Mahlon Purdin
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 07/05/08 at 02:53 PM Well, this is a downer, for sure. I'm not sure "perfection" is what I'm looking for, but I will continue to strive, and this poem makes me think a lot about that process. |
| Posted by Olivia Weinkein on 08/01/08 at 07:00 AM this is beautiful and tragic. |
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