ghost crab

the ocean is restless tonight and the moonlight breaks apart then comes together like the hearts of hopeless lovers the earth turns just slow enough to see and not see the stars move your shadow walks along the waves crest passes ever so slowly and is eventually devoured by the night though I strain to still see ghost crabs dance silently free of their daytime tombs indifferent to this pathetic being lost in useless thought they scatter as the Sun begins to rise and more of them bring their chairs

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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