Dan Little


He Uses His Hands To Walk Too - Poem by Dan Little

Crying out 
but no one hears
so it seems
or so he fears?

His eyes tense up
collecting tears
The piercing thoughts 
Arrive like spears

Driven deep
Into the heart
He see's no end
Yet knows the start

As piece by piece
He fell apart
There is no end
There's just the start

faded lights
he's now left blind
Only seeing
What lays behind

Solidified
Inside his mind
The footsteps of
A different kind

Not in sand
nor dirt or snow
More like scars
That do not show

To see again
He'll never know
Until that day
The tears still flow


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 5, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, May 6, 2011


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