He is gone too soon
from our limelight,
our stages.
There is blood on the dance floor
with red footprints
that form a trail to the moon.
The man in the mirror failed
him, assailed him.
He listened to his lies;
he changed himself
to hurt himself.
And he did.
Or did we?
It’s human nature
to pursue perfection.
Can you find the Michael Jackson song titles? There are four.
ReplyDeleteI think the poem is fairly straightforward, citing Michael Jackson's preoccupation with perfection to wreak havoc on his life (and his face). But I can't help but believe the media is partly to blame, as are we for eating up the tabloids and news tid bits. And I think that's because we're obsessed with perfection as well.