So this was actually written by my friend Hamil and all credit for this poem goes to him.
I am but a mere cobbler
Indeed not the most respected trade, but a fair one
I do my work to the best of my ability, careful with each stitch in a sole,
or removing unsightly scuffs and scratches
To salvage and restore beauty in a rugged item
Although I know it is not a good idea, I set my eyes on the fairest of maidens
And rest not in my pursuit of her
So I do what I do best to the best of my ability,
I begin to make her the most beautiful of shoes, handcrafted
I begin work,
Paying uttermost attention to the smallest of details
Double checking
Triple checking
And checking once more
For anything that could be considered a blemish,
The lengths gone to some consider
Obsessive and borderline unhealthy, but I don't care
It's time,
I present her the shoes I have slaved over
For countless hours,
Making perfect and then some
She walks away, barefoot
YOU ARE READING
A collection of poems
PoésieIdeas spark in my head like vines and I have no control over them as they climb the infrastructure of my consciousness. A collection of poems I write in the middle of the night, or wake up out of a dead sleep to jot down
