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 😉 😀
He’s good! I like this
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Awww, thanks! I’ll be sure to tell him 😀
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Two thumbs up from me! Thank you for sharing his work!
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Wonderful, thanks for sharing!
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This should have more shares 🙂 Great posts, keep them coming. Your posts are so good that I’m going to have to subscribe to Festival King.
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Thank you 🙂
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thanks for sharing, I do hope the heart never shuts up, as only in there is there hope for a live worth living.
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Thanks for reading! 🙂
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