beautiful nightmare

when I died I did not sense or feel myself leave the body I was just inside and then outside there was no sense of time of pain of anything other than conscience there were no walls, no pressure no sky or ground no sea or wind only thought and light as I've never known and then I was not dead all had returned all that I had suddenly despised blinked back in and to miss death less I simply wrote it off as a beautiful nightmare

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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