Tread softly I am weak,
heartbroken, won’t even speak.
the feeling’s gone, nothing left to lift
shattered pieces, within I sift.
This ache is real, the wound will heal
but it seems stupid, this audacity to feel;
lessons learnt from time and in this race,
powerless though, nature wills at its pace.
totally damned, children of her will
it’s a marvel the grip of our skill.
Tread softly I am weak
….Tell my heart never to speak
By: Damian Sinton
Meet “Damian Sinton”, an alias of course! He’s a friend and a pretty shy one, so I have edited the lovely picture you see of himself and his little angel … Just another reminder that I’ve got talented friends