Listen to your heart,
and tell me the truth,
The storm cloud lingers,
waiting for you.

The piano is broken,
the rose has died,
will there be a phoenix,
or just an untold lie.

The rain pours,
like blanket of tears,
another mistake?
Or finally a truth?

The horse broke free,
the cart rolls downhill,
A coffin can be seen,
With the name I gave my soul.

To quote Queen,
“Is this the real life or is it just a fantasy”
Or is life the Matrix
even The Truman show?

What does the future hold,
will you look into your crystal ball,
Does the piano play again,
or does the Raven call?

By Bryan Deakin

Hello and welcome to my site, my name is Bryan Deakin, 35yr old from Scotland. A Dyspraxic, Poet, Blogger and Community Activist, I studieda BSc(Hons) Sustainable Development, at the University of Highlands and Islands. Lover of all things Greek and Finnish, and a keen and active member of Falkirk SNP. Prior I was Vice President of Simple Machines, and Project Manager at Simple Machines Forum (SMF).

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