The Inventor

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There is a need
That not everyone sees
A gap
That lingers in the shadows
Society can live
Without it filled
Yet it holds the whole world back
*
A third eye spots the hole
And a mind toils
Crafting the perfect plug
With future dreams
Feeling driven
To advance humanity
Even a single step
*
Completion comes
And the inventor tenses
Introducing their baby
The product of tears
And blood-tinged sweat
Hoping it helps
Or harms

About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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4 Responses to The Inventor

  1. L. Marie says:

    Great poem! I also think of authors as inventors (of worlds). The last verse really brought that home for me.

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  2. Great poem, Charles. The hole to plug indeed.

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