a long ago dream

the echoes of a long ago dream play in the silence of a deafeningly quiet sleep a dream I once saw clear a dream I once held near but it faded like all dreams do and drifted to the corner of consciousness they are clouded and difficult to see now these dreams of the unresolved unexplored soul what might I have found had I heeded its call its whispers to follow

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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