The Lonely Piano
It sat there waiting to be played…
Published in
Mar 26, 2022
It sat there,
day after day,
gathering dust,
the weight of memories,
of moments passed,
a bond of mother and son,
lost to pain,
and regret.
It sat there,
day after day,
gathering dust,
the weight of memories,
of moments passed,
a bond of mother and son,
lost to pain,
and regret.
I bleed out my soul in my writing, in these pages you will find poems and short stories fantastical in nature and completely fictional. And some reviews too!