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    Dark Road Ahead
    Dark Road Ahead
    Dark Road Ahead
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    Dark Road Ahead

    By Andrew James Wells

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    This is a rollercoaster of emotions, from sadness to rage, depression to love, and details moments in my life, as well as things that are dear to my heart.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAndrew James Wells
    Release dateMar 17, 2019
    ISBN9780463701553
    Dark Road Ahead
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    Andrew James Wells

    Andrew James Wells, born on 11th September 1975, is an English author originally from the small village of Yarm and now residing in Stockton.Andrew started writing when he was fifteen years of age where he started writing poetry based on life experiences and issues he felt strongly about, these can be seen in his poetry book ‘Past Visions’.Since writing, what is known now as, Past Visions in 1991, Andrew took a huge break before starting again in 2012 with a new writing method and a more mature outlook to his work. Again this poetry was based on his own experiences and issues he felt strongly about, starting with the eBook ‘Shattered Glass Mind’.Andrew has always had a passion of how words, especially accompanied by music, could create a mood, a feeling and a range of emotions, and in some circumstances create a connection between the writer and the reader. Andrew put this into practice with his recent writing, the ability to connect with others and write about issues that affect us all.Andrew is currently working on short stories.

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      Dark Road Ahead - Andrew James Wells

      DARK ROAD AHEAD

      Copyright © 2019 by Andrew James Wells Publishing at Smashwords

      All rights reserved.

      No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the author. The only exception is by a reviewer, who may quote short excerpts in a review.

      Andrew James Wells

      Visit my website at www.AndyJamesWells.co.uk

      Index

      Words

      Shadows

      Drowning Memory

      These Shades

      All I see

      Save Myself

      Tell Me

      This Love

      Held Memory

      Dark You Fear

      For All I Am

      Destined To Be

      Fractures & Splinters

      Taken

      Under Water

      The Letter

      The Accident

      Walk

      Broken Dolls

      Misery Tree

      Goodbye Till We Meet

      Rise The Flames

      PAINt

      Blind Addiction

      Ocean Blue

      Dead On The Inside

      Digitised Perfection

      Second Home

      Burn All The Bridges

      Life Faded

      Moths To The Flame

      Buried Above Ground

      Emotional Sickness

      The Haunted

      Times The Killer

      The Light

      Play The Victim

      Glass House

      This Life

      Dead Man

      Slow Shadows

      For You

      Rainy Days

      Walking Contradiction

      Hope Is Never Lost

      How It Feels

      Without You

      Presumed Missing

      Erase Us

      White Flag

      Calling Out

      Are We Alive

      Stay

      Unforgettable

      Son Shine

      I’m Done

      Crawling

      Forever And A Day

      Though I Scream (In Silence)

      Words

      Words fall on deaf ears

      But actions speak so much louder

      Thirty-six years walking

      With this hell weighing me down

      On a path that nearly lost me

      Took all this time to finally find

      The innocence amongst the ashes

      Severed the negative flesh

      That buried around my heart

      The ghosts of self doubt

      Cast away, though still they haunt

      I walk this fine line each day

      Between happiness and sorrow

      But if I ever kill the life of today

      I won’t ever see the wonders of tomorrow

      Shadows

      In the land of angels, the devil reigns

      Virgin white canvas, the negativity paints

      Black shadows dance, making no sound

      Lost within the mist, awaiting to be found

      If loves the answer, is the question you?

      My wings have been stripped, now subdued

      Free falling, my destination not yet shown

      I am hurtling

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