Abyss

The wind that howls in the deepest night is a comforting sound the dog that moans at the earliest light is a soulmate found I abhor the thought of wistful bliss of nervous laughter unprovoked I slip into my warm abyss this sea of pain on which I choke I wade in pools of sought despair while others seek their mothers I dance on floors of rotted wood and sing to ghosts of lovers I find it my salvation to document this pain to analyze the demons and revel in the rain perhaps one day I'll leave this place and walk into the Sun to face the light of happiness content my deed is done

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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