another night at Brewsters

lost in smoke that swirls like ghosts round music and laughter that sways in stride blurred by vodka my eyes sweep slowly through the flickers and clicks of bodies I search for an opening to make my escape drowning in thoughts of whores and lines to spin unable to speak it even to myself Iam not this gameroom for hollow pleasures far cries to fill the void left by love not perceived therefore unattainable through the mist of emotional waste as I prepare to depart a voice caught me blind and sliced the silence in a deafening whisper 'breathe deep' she said as a hand turned me to the left she stood as light in a desert of shadows she was all I could see her beauty was staggering even in my diminished state I blinked to reset my eyes and she remained 'Breathe deep and look upon me for I have found you and you do not belong here' Gloria leaned over the bar and whispered; 'you okay? you look like you've seen a ghost!' all was quiet as I left arm in arm with a vision I heard the meeting of glasses as they toasted one they knew would not return

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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