How Soon is Gone?A Poem by Thomas Emile Vaughen
If a writer breaks their wrist,
if a boxer breaks their fist, if a painter lost both eyes, if a poet ceased to cry, would a heart then cease to beat, would we all be incomplete and so very void and lost and lonely - is that just being phony? Sometimes I think I need a reason to live, seldom do I cherish what I give I'm so busy trying to take the pain away, I forget how fragile it all is... how soon it'll all be gone © 2023 Thomas Emile VaughenReviews
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1 Review Added on August 13, 2023 Last Updated on August 13, 2023 AuthorThomas Emile VaughenFloating around the north of England, United KingdomAboutSometimes I make myself a coffee, pop on the internet and write stuff. Read at your *peril*. Can be found on Substack [https://thomasemilevaughen.substack.com] or Bluesky [@cperil.bsky.soci.. more.. |

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