enlightened

If you knew the depth of my disbelief then you would know the reason I walk in shadows all the truths that pass as lies and misconceptions feeble minds dream you see in subtle nudgings off the grid the comfort of the unaware is a sharp stick in my side I must tell these truths in bloodied tongue for even a feigned look holds some comfort when the smirks subside in the holy bliss of truth I will have long left the great lie I will have watched from the shadows with my children and my children's children as it unfolds like Sunlight upon the shadowed moon enveloping the enlightened souls the few that remain

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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