battlefield
they dance on the edge of nearly unperceived breezes the sighs of dead men's final breath that follow me to the edge of the thickets many lay at the feet of those who wish to taste death but not know it brothers in arms who cross from the horrors often placed upon them by man into a swath of light that holds no measure of time or space or pain they are free to walk from the remnants that linger in living consciousness yet remain tied to the moment of their crossing the essence of their love for kindred souls
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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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