Perfection

I sit,
Write,
Fix,
Scribble,
Crumple,
Write,
Fix,
Scribble…

Is there a point to this cycle?
Yes, there’s a point,
Trying to find perfection
In rhythm,
In wording,
In structure.

Frustrating.

What am I doing?
I’m writing a poem.
I’m trying to capture
The imagery
Of a wolf,
Tall,
Proud,
Majestic,
And humble,
But there is no imagery.

I’m writing a poem.
I’m trying to find perfection.
Impossible.
Frustrating.