they all come crawl
after they saw no trace of flaw
the causers of scars
they admire only beauty — perfection.
they turned and caused a wreck.
ignored how they have made quite a mess.
to a person who seems to be
less.
YOU ARE READING
The Wanderer
PoetrySomewhere in between times, there are souls wander around to find something to believe in. Something to hope for.
