a poet's death

how faint his final cry how frail his last goodbye plays on low as he drifts away 'song of the sandman lullabye' he wraps himself in memories he finds a dream and falls the music on a constant loop makes it's way down hollow halls morning light now finds no breath the pen's ink soon to dry his final words his quiet death 'song of the sandman lullabye'

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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