Now He's GoneA Poem by John Alexander McFadyenNow He’s Gone You were with a poet once but you never read his words; cared not for his achievements. His majesty was lost on you for you, in dyslexic grief, could only see yourself. Could only be yourself alone, no room for two, kept your drawers full of pity, stopped him in creation. And yet you fed greedily from his fountain, until he was dried and cracked and worn, a car wreck. Is it any wonder that now he is gone? 10/08/12 © 2012 John Alexander McFadyenReviews
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21 Reviews 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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