As the light fades

In my passing what will they say as they gather round the death display will they shed a tear for this pallid face or feign a moment of silent grace the final glances the final sighs the final light on sleeping eyes the coffin closed the voices fade I watch them walk from Sun to shade back to their homes back to their lives where perhaps a piece of me survives

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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