Fingerprints of the past

This is all of the other poems that I make. I have a lot of old ones, and as I make more, I will put them in here in chapters. (:


9. The Shattered Man

A shattered face,

A shattered man,

unrecognizable to the world,

asking me for direction.


I show him the way,

I show him the road,

giving a friendly pat on his shoulder,

and see how delighted he becomes.


Which reminds me,

Which delights me,

that with this small piece of help,

we could come so much longer.

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