echoes

it is time that i retire again i fail to re-inspire this poor sampling of a world this day i squirm into the a.m. bleak a worm within it's hole i peek a wolf outrun by helpless prey the night finds me walking on the edge of the moon inviting my demons to enter this gloom before the Sun rises i succumb to the tune that echoes no longer down here

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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