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written by: SMiles



Each second passed
a moment lost
traded for a new
slipping another
grain of time
to a fall
while agonies grew
a destiny lament
using words
playing tunes
on strings
not known
to exist
following troughs
into places
sadly missed
I weep
the wretched eye
felling drops
to hold
the hope
of resurrection
to those
who leave to die.



My name Is Stephen John Miles (SMiles) live in Barrow in Furness Cumbria England, I'm 53 diagnosed dyslexic at 47. Found my written voice once diagnosed and have been shouting ever since. I've a self published children's book Zac's leather elephant and a published children's book The fox the owl and the big green towel, I have a new children's book coming out later this year called Book of Zac. The books are published by Austin Macaulay. I made stories up to entertain my children all rhyming this led to the books. My break in poetry came after a friend of mine died and I wrote a poem for his funeral. Two years ago I appeared at the Bloomsbury festival in London. I write beat poems as it works well with my dyslexia. Something I feel strongly about is self expression after feeling excluded for so long. I'm not for everyone but then not everyone's for me so that makes us even.

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