I’ve never written a perfect poem for I have continually found that once I have written from the depths of my soul, my soul grows deeper. I’ve never written a perfect poem for each time I express the heartbreak of a broken heart love finds a way to break it once again. I’ve never written a perfect poem for each time the expressions of my pen, are reflective of this depraved society, it is only made to bleed once again as i consider this day’s social dismay. I’ve never written a perfect poem never lived a perfect life. never loved a perfect love never been a perfect poet. and yet I write for not to write would be a sin against my poetic soul and I would fail destiny, miss the purpose for which this poet was born... to someday, somehow by the bleeding of the heart the tragic soliloquy of the soul, or by the conquest of deep, dark valleys of despair live a life that writes the perfect poem.