'A TWO WHEEL RIDE ON THE SUNK ISLAND STRAIGHT…….HOPE THE ANGELS TAKE ME'

PAINTHe was an artist, writer, poet, person…………..a dove who had found his mate, she was tethered to a life of lies and deceit, she was bound by duty and by her lies, he gave her the will and the strength, and the wings to fly…………….the means to escape her daily death, he was a secret that couldn’t exist………..for if he existed, came to light………..then her lies became public, far from being the rock she clung to, the light that shone for her, he became a weight………..a reminder , a ‘guilt and a lie’………..so she denied him, little by little, piece by piece, day by day………….throughout he wrote her words, words she loved and words she ultimately hated………..he knew this to late, he tried to make amends both privately and publicly……….to restore the balance, to find his friend………..his love, to no avail……..even words he had displayed for another friend, a Twain quote and a crafted grid were taken as a face slap by her…….a dig, as his public apology that lost him his friendship, was……………..so he sat in a world of his own problems, that he had faced alone for so long and wondered why……….and words came, apologies for treatment and a vow of love, from his dove, and a ‘please don’t reply’, which really meant ‘do’, as her friend verified………and ‘i can’t cope with anyone in my life’…’I need to be myself alone’…..so he sent a phrase, a title of song………..but a statement true……..and a vow of his love, shrouded in his own fears of health wall wards…………..as he had been for many weeks with no enquiry, and he wrote words to try and soothe, as the 17 pages he had written before with no reply………….he wrote 16 more, giving time and space, a vow of love and no change……..as the rest he had sent over the 16 months that had ticked by, he told of his nightly mental walks by ‘migma’ and the straight road that led to a pothole, where the sun meets the sea……………..and of the tears……………..but no reply came back, and when it did it broke a back, crippled a heart, wrenched a gut and cracked the bones…………words to another, intentions and joy…………while he sat waiting for his dove to mend…………..she had said nothing to him…………………..he was left in ignorance, just read the ‘public trend’………………………….

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