Author: FriendlyNeighborhoodDinoTor PM
A poem I wrote about the thoughts of Rick Taylor a few stages into the first installment. Rated K because there's nothing wrong with it.Rated: Fiction K - English - Angst/Poetry - Words: 126 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Published: 01-17-11 - Status: Complete - id: 6662043
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By: Tori McDonald
A pair of shoes.
I used to have one,
I had plenty.
I had about three:
I had Chuck's,
And some generic dress shoes.
The dress shoes shone in black.
The Reeboks glowed white, once
They were dingy now, age shown by dirt
My Chuck's lay in shreds in a dungeon.
The dungeon lay far behind me by now.
My feet missed those shreds,
They wanted the shreds over the mud
That squished beneath the arches.
My toes had a coating on them
The coating blood
But I haven't even the moment
I just wasted
To miss my shoes.
I must leave them where they left me;
In that dungeon