Tin Man
the brutal echoes resound within
of being the way i am
not softly, but as a din
of all that i cannot understand,
i have rusted and stayed
without thought of movement
how from the path i have strayed
so far from any soothant,
for when i was made
my maker forgot a part
that where love cannot fade
so i search for my heart........
Copyright © Richard Poor | Year Posted 2014
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