My love deep
My love sincere
Each day I awakened early hours just to speak
Cherishing a few moments to simply hear your voice
Without hesitation, when another beckoned, I was disconnected
My heart shattered
The broken pieces, crushed
In the storm I cry
Solitary, left standing alone
Begged you to leave with me
Implored to start a life
You would not
You did not
Was I —
…only to be granted an audience at your convenience?
…only to serve at, and for, your pleasure?
Each day I check for a message
Each day there is none
Although not your first choice
Say but the words and I am again yours
I write of the damaged and broken, because that is the norm. For each person who overcomes their demons, there are hundreds, if not thousands, who do not.
I am an independent, self-published teller of tales,
an author, as of yet, scarcely any renown.
However, as a storyteller, I know who I am,
and with that persona, I am both confident and comfortable. I invite you to visit my website,
and/or Amazon Author Pages
if you are so inclined please purchase a copy and leave a review.