When my eyes are full of tears

And I cannot cry.

When I think I've conquered my fears

But I can only sigh.

When I rise to the occasion,

And hold myself together,

In rain or shine or stormy weather,

And my heart beats fast,

And faster still,

As if I'm running up the steepest-steepest hill.

Then the memories tumble out,

And stop me dead,

And I cry, at last,

For all the love

I left unsaid.

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◄ Sylvia's Father says



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John Marks

Thu 23rd Jan 2020 23:01

Thanks Mika, Brian, Itsjust, Tom, Cathy your support is invaluable. Thank you indeed. J

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Wed 22nd Jan 2020 06:48

Very emotive piece! Great work.

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John Marks

Wed 22nd Jan 2020 01:22

Thanks Keith. Your words give me strength to carry on this lonesome task we set ourselves. John

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keith jeffries

Wed 22nd Jan 2020 00:46

John, An incredible poem, the words of which I resonate with so well. This poem had me on the verge of tears. Powerful words John for which I applaud and thank you.


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