RefugeA Poem by John Alexander McFadyenYour heart, a place of safety.Refuge The razor whip of your tongue has a bitter sharpness. A thrusting, stabbing angry voice. The acute pain, like angina, perforates my heart. Leaves it ragged and lifeless like so many spent bank statements, shredded and recycled. A frosted wind blows through me as I try to comprehend such unforgiving aggression. I withdraw and think of my muse, She who has spawned so much creation in me. 01/12/17 © 2017 John Alexander McFadyen |
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1 Review Added on December 1, 2017 Last Updated on December 1, 2017 AuthorJohn Alexander McFadyenBrixworth, England, United KingdomAboutWell, have a long and complicated story and started it as an autobiography on Bebo but got writer's block/memory fogging. People liked it though and kept asking for the next chapter! fools.. more..Writing
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