flicker

there is little light as i review the empty pages i have filled barren back roads map the years stepping back out of the Sun the voices spoke it is safe down here it is quiet what light remains flickers weak like wick submerged in melted wax shadows dance the voices speak it is safe down here it is quiet

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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