Distant Drum

here in the battered chambers of this once vital heart the uneven echoes send signals of its impending failure the body relaxed in the haze of morphine the mind alone in the dreamscape before death a magnified tapestry of color Suns and golden fields from a VanGogh painting move within my thoughts swaying and quelling the offbeat of a distant drum a lone leafless tree a branch holding lines of crow awaiting the rain turn to see me 'follow them' a voice whispers from beyond the wheatfield they take flight as do I towards the darkest of the ominous clouds 'this is so worth it' I thought just before the lightning snaked it's way across the blistering blue sky releasing me from my mortal coil I had to smile as I hovered there watching them zap me again and again bless them for their perseverance

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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