TorturedA Poem by John Alexander McFadyenWhere is peace if not in death?Tortured My heart lies amidst a valley of memories. Recollections of the rich and loving embraces I have felt. Sometimes the verdant vale is full of sun, birdsong, promise, the bouquets of summer and other simple joys. At others storm clouds gather and it becomes such a dark place, full of foreboding and haunted by the shadows of my loss and pain and grief. Sometimes I stroll through this dell taking in the beauty of the land, seeing all the colours of life bright and harmonious and I am content. At other times I climb atop the gorge and rage at the moon.
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7 Reviews Added on June 17, 2015 Last Updated on June 18, 2015 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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