My love deep
My love sincere
Each day I awakened early hours just to speak
Cherishing a few moments to simply hear your voice
Without hesitation, when another beckoned, I was disconnected
My heart shattered
The broken pieces, crushed
In the storm I cry
Solitary, left standing alone
Begged you to leave with me
Implored to start a life
You would not
You did not
Was I --
...only to be granted an audience at your convenience?
...only to serve at, and for, your pleasure?
Each day I check for a message
Each day there is none
Although not your first choice
Say but the words and I am again yours
I write of the damaged and broken, because that is the norm.
For each person who overcomes their demons, there are hundreds, if not thousands, who do not.
It is their stories I tell.
“Who am I?”
I am an independent, self-published teller of tales,
an author, as of yet, scarcely any renown.
However, as a storyteller, I know who I am,
and with that persona, I am both confident and comfortable.
I invite you to visit my website,
and/or Amazon Author Pages
Joe Leonardi Scono Sciuto
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