Useless. Alone.
A hammer, in a world full of screws.
It seems the harder I try to fix things,
All the more broken they become.
Am I to blame?
Or will I find my nail?
Good luck in finding a nail, just make sure you spend long enough getting your aim right so you hit it right on the head. I like the idea you use of being a tool; it seems so fitting to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So true I like the way you presented this art Good topic for a poem A true reality