kiss of death

what is it that I seek
here in the dark hours 
the spirit's time
I awake to fingers dancing upon
the nape of my neck
and whispers of a lost soul
seeking connection 
to it's once breathing consciousness
to me 
why am I drawn to your realm 
perhaps the answer resides in the truth that 
I was not intended
conceived against doctor's orders
avoiding certain death
many times
my first hour
perhaps this is the reason I feel closer to you
than my mortal self
counting the breaths
as I edge nearer the kiss of death
my birth

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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