lifting of the veil

a very thin veil divides the living and the dead a very tight thread this I discovered in the depths of night when she turned out the light to pit fear against will if you wither from thee you will hear not her plea in the softest of voice 'I hear you ' a whisper of a whisper within the whisper of sighs believer I am as I feel her eyes upon me light was returned my nerve tested and worn soul beautifully stirred this night I was born as the veil was lifted

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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