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    Wayne Gray
  • Wayne Gray
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  • 03/23/2019
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Poetry posted in this category are works of fiction. Names, places, characters, events, and incidents are created by the authors' imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, companies, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
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Wayne's Poems - 1. Chapter 1 - Broken in the Dark

Looking in at broken parts,
To mend is all he needs,
Scattered pieces strewn about,
Like windblown tumbling seeds.

Fractures there, he sees them march,
Helpless to stop their spread,
"Open up!" he screams in vain,
Words pound upon your head.

"What can I do to help you?"
His voice stirs something there,
Wounded eyes take in your knight,
He holds you with his stare.

"Broken love is all I have,
I don't deserve you here."
You try to roll away, apart,
To free him from your fear.

"You think I don't know your dark?
You think that I don't see?"
Saddened smile, gentle hand,
"I'm here to set you free.
The pain, give it to me."

Copyright © 2019 Wayne Gray; All Rights Reserved.
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1 hour ago, FanLit said:

Everyone comes with bullshit, we just decide if we love someone enough to put up with their bullshit.

This was a moving poem and to paraphrase MichaelS36, relatable.

A reminder that for all the beauty love can bring, it isn’t always pretty, if that makes sense.

 

I think that's true.  We all have our baggage and our pain.  Love is funny too.  When we love, we don't want to saddle others with our own flaws and hurts.  Yet, loving someone means you accept theirs.

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6 minutes ago, Kitt said:

tim will tell you I seldom really understan what a poet is saying, but this one I get. Well done.

I'm glad this one speaks to you, Kitt.  It had to get out of me.  Highs and lows of emotion often find me hammering on a keyboard, trying to get that splinter in the mind out.

 

Thanks.  🙂

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8 minutes ago, MacGreg said:

Wonderful poem, Wayne. Rich with emotion, and I can so relate to the sentiment. That moment when you don't want to burden another with your troubles, but that person insists that you let go - and so you do. 

Thanks, Mac.

 

I'm both thankful and a little saddened that this resonates with so many.  I wish there wasn't so much pain in the world, but thankful love allows us to shoulder it.

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My mum has always been that person for me who can see me through all my darkness. I just have to wave my arm around even if I can't see a thing 'cause I know for a fact that my hand will surely touch her gentle fingertips; her arm is always there reaching out for me.

Thank you @Wayne Gray for sharing this beautiful poem. It touched me somewhere deep inside.

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11 hours ago, Joie J. said:

My mum has always been that person for me who can see me through all my darkness. I just have to wave my arm around even if I can't see a thing 'cause I know for a fact that my hand will surely touch her gentle fingertips; her arm is always there reaching out for me.

Thank you @Wayne Gray for sharing this beautiful poem. It touched me somewhere deep inside.

Thanks for the nice comments, Joie J.

My poems are sometimes serious or dark, then some are silly or upbeat. There are poems about love, weasels, depression, and more. I hope you keep reading and find others that speak to you as well. 🙂

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4 hours ago, Wayne Gray said:

Thanks for the nice comments, Joie J.

My poems are sometimes serious or dark, then some are silly or upbeat. There are poems about love, weasels, depression, and more. I hope you keep reading and find others that speak to you as well. 🙂

I'm sure I'm gonna love this journey. Looking forward to read the silly, upbeat ones; love and depressions too.

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