here

here cloaked within the desolate merciless shadows of time i cling to that which has held me when the dark becomes darker and the hours become longer i clutch the only hope remotely viable in this wretched isolation that follows me not like a curse but more a tortured friend i dream in the pleasure of sleep and scorn my first waking thought encircle me now your shade is my only salvation 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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