Splinters

I stumbled upon a ruby in the darkness
it held the secrets of a sad November day
from all directions
the splinters came
and took the defyer
the one who tried to save us
from the powers that would be
This ruby spoke of the players,
the slayers
the hiding naysayers
the complex
the complexities
the maggots that live
by war
and more
I tried to tell you
but even I
who lived on the edge
of exposing the lie
could not speak before the splinters arrived
and I sleep with the others
our secret has died

dedicated to the memory of'
Dorothy Kilgallen

Deckard

I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...

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