Footsteps
By Floyd

Shattered, we are
LIke an expensive vase that has broken upon fall.
Pieces have drifted in between the cracks,
Never to be seen by eyes again.
And we stand motionless,
Making no attempt
To save those that still lie on solid ground.
We just observe,
Watching them sit, collecting dust
In the dim light
Of a hallway
That once approved of our footsteps.

I am an 18 year old college student from LaGrange, New York. I have been writing independently for four years. It is my ultimate passion. I am also an artist, and i am currently working on my degree for Art Education.