Reader's poem; A WASTE OF TIME.
I MET her on the Monday
Love was laughter
Love was passionate
Love was breathing, I could feel it
Love was mysterious and mischievous
Love became wicked and delirious
On Saturday I was slumped down
Hunched over, clutching my coat for comfort
Wishing I was not watching
Wishing I was not hearing these screaming violins echoing
In my frightened and shattered mind.
Love was indefinable, or love had just vanished
Like a crystal of salt into my sliced mind.
I woke up on Monday
My eyes glaze over, I sleep the week away.
MICHAEL HARVEY, Springwell, Gateshead.