Harbor

bitter heart infects my blood again tonight yet leeches continue to drink leaving only enough to survive so that they may replenish their thirst tomorrow what have i sacrificed of my humanity this day smiling past the truth discarding the words i wanted to say the thoughts that first come to mind what deviants we have become actors in a childish play it is only in truth that i find my way under the light of buried stars allowing me this charade it is only in truth that i see when you welcome me beaten and lost shallow and used those eyes my harbor

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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