I wasn’t always like this. This selfish player without a care for the many hearts he breaks, this serial cheat, this ruthless philanderer. I wasn’t always this coldblooded motherfucker, nope. There was a time when I was actually a sincere, loving and trust worthy albeit naive young man. It was a long time ago, yes – but I was a living, breathing emotional human being once, before Florence ‘turned’ me.
“Hi Frank. Are you particularly busy?”
Of course I was, but I wasn’t More...
Mine is the silent prayer of a burdened heart,
That regardless of monumental fatigue,
May I not encounter sleep.
For if I slip, if I mistakenly find - even fitfully sleep,
It is almost inevitable, that I dream.
That I may not sleep, to witness the torture,
Of being with you in another realm,
Happier than a child’s laughter,
Lighter than summer clouds,
Brighter than the dazzle of gold, in which the miser delights.
That I may not sleep and be led to a false belief,
As the seconds tick,
So does my heart beat.
Every second of every minute and every hour….
Many thoughts will come,
And a few of those will eventually find their way,
To being shared in this domain.
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