at the end of this storm

called to scour these transient shores i am slammed against graffitti'd walls by winds of hate and waves of steel in silent vigil i caress the promise time has made the place that fate holds for me i can see i can touch i will find at the end of this storm

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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