Daniel J.

Pool
Creative Writing
Dr. Shafer
The Twisted Man

A man made of iron with He cannot be human, he

a twisted face, stretched cannot be man. So how

body and cold heart. He did It come to pass that he

points to you he points to is the twisted man? Many

me, who is this tall tall years ago, in an untold

man? place, a sculptor, now

forgot, made him of

He laughs and he lingers
earthen ore, but the
in an offhand way. At me,
sculptor, in his hurry to
at you. He lives a twisted
finish, forgot his iron
life from this twisted
man.
home. He is the twisted

man. No love and no So now he can only point,

regrets churn inside his and stare into the distance

tangled soul. He is the in hopes that the sculptor

twisted man, that tall tall will finish his heart.

man.
He is the twisted man,

Who can stare at the pain that tall tall man. He

at the hat and simply points and he stares and

point in that twisted way? simply is.