Sixto

the lights are down
and the lighters sway
they cheer his shadow as it saunters onstage before him
the chatter is now a roar that compels him to take it in
before surrendering his gift
the silky smooth voice
the delicate guitar licks
snatches lost time
lost years
lost love of his poetry
and weaves it all into sweet retribution
this moment salvaged the soul
of the unknown genius
the doubts
the loss
the dreams that had no end
and the heart that hungered for this moment
had feasted
Sixto the legend
was born again

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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