anatomy of a dream

my dreams they are rekindled nightmares of my most negative bits of life they move like thick syrup along a cold plate drawn out slowly with no resolution in sight bringing me to the edge of madness and then I am awakened with a thud as if I have fallen from the sky perhaps a mechanism or some caring soul slapping me into consciousness to save me from the real dark stuff I've experienced the other side in many ways during my awakened state I've been touched attacked threatened I have also heard the gentle voices of distant souls allowing me a moment of connection I am not quite sure how dreams are intertwined but I am quite sure that they are

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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