Black Hole
In the chambers of this weathered mind Memory seeps and pools Like flooding streets Ships of thought Sail a blinding mist On seas of no return Hope is devoured Like Suns in a black hole Echoes in a dream True love in this madness
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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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