GoneA Poem by John Alexander McFadyenGone I sit naked with my poetry, as the sun begins to invade the cool of dawn. I am stripped of all pretence, all of my emotions exposed like savage, jagged glass as I try to avoid treading on the pain. Today little comfort comes from words, no soothing friendship will heal me, or my ravaged heart, now she is gone.
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Added on August 10, 2012 Last Updated on August 10, 2012 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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