HurtA Poem by John Alexander McFadyenHurt In this harsh winter my feelings fade; day to dusk. Poverty of thought until my pores are clogged with the heart blocking cholesterol of misery. Frozen salt waters expand till I am an iceberg, floating in a cold, vast, ocean of mistrust. My skin pulled tight to shut out the chill; like an overcoat wrapped around my hollow faith to stop the pain and hurt of once warm memories. And now I fear the thaw, for although it brings life, and the joys of spring, I know that I will suffer the agonies as my circulation returns and my soul awakens. 14/03/13 © 2013 John Alexander McFadyenReviews
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17 Reviews Added on March 14, 2013 Last Updated on March 14, 2013 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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