the darkness

the darkness
always lingering on the edge
around the next stroke of midnight
in the breath catching laughter
or the smile of living
somewhere deep and not quite hidden
I am fooled again
and pulled again
as this unforseen weight takes hold
the reasons unclear
it stains my thoughts like mold on cheese
the darkness is always there
always returning
eventually

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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