Poem -

A broken beat...

A broken beat...

She played 
Her sorrows,
I wanted 
A tomorrow,
In the dark
She gave me 
Her time,
For a while
I told her
She was mine,
My words 
Were complicated,
Her words
Were frustrating,
Like a symphony 
She had me,
Like reality 
She freed me,
Her tears 
Trickled down 
The strings,
As my fears
Played 
Broken dreams,
Her song 
Was killing me,
Now I leave
Feeling guilty,
Her heart 
Was bleeding,
She couldn't 
Play while
Breathing,
Her favourite kind of note
Was her suicide prose...

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Cherie Sumner Taylor

Awww...Those last lines got to me...How sad a fate...he could not get through to her....Great work, Wayne... xo ;)

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Wayne Stubbs

Yeah, thanks for understanding the piece Cherie, you're very supportive in my writing, my book, hopefully won't be long of being published, Cherie, could I ask you, what is your views on my poem called. The Wolves? I don't normally ask but the reason is, I've bring asked to put it in my local newspaper but I don't know whether it is too strong, to me it's an awareness write, thanks in advance Cherie 😊💓

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Tina

Aww, so sad...he tried and tried....to no avail. So very sad 😢

Tina x

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Wayne Stubbs

Yeah this one was quite direct and emotional Tina, thanks so much 😢💓

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Charu Shawd

Oh this makes me sad. 

The beauty of the expression is breathtaking. Its the story that brought shivers down my spine.

Very beautifully encapsulated 👏👏

peace and best regards

 

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Wayne Stubbs

Thanks Charu! Very much appreciated, I posted one last night called.. A deeper beauty, this might be a happier one 🤣😊 thanks again 😊

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