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written by: Barbara Avon



A recess of the mind persuades me to weep,
For messages of lovers, it will not keep.
How lonely one can be with pain.
How empty, like the silent rain.

It began suddenly this breakdown.
Unnecessary, but she left her hometown.
For who would want this story to tell?
Nay, but to only burn in hell.

Miserable a Juliet,
Miserable a stray,
Miserable is life,
When life is without May.

Absurd is living,
Absurd, I know, is death.
What loss befalls a township,

Ah! The freedom that befalls a John Merrick.
And the silent scream that comes with every tick
of the dying heart,

i am like a marionette
or so i am told.

Barbara Avon

Barbara Avon

APR/MAY 2018 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Barbara Avon is a multi-genre Author. She has written since she was young, pursuing her dreams and vowing to write for as long as she can. She has worked at several different media publications and will continue to publish novels until “her pen runs dry”. In 2018 she won FACES Magazine's "Best of Ottawa" award for female Author and Spillwords "Author of the Month". She believes in paying it forward and you can read about this belief as the theme is given voice in most of her books. Avon lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband, Danny, their tarantula, Betsy, and their houseplant, Romeo.
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