madness

I've grown weary of this madness weak from all this pain should I turn from the truth I've seen or revel in the rain I've grown old from all this sadness long before my time they stole my youth and innocence neutralized my prime I've grown feeble in my anger bitter in my grief the truth is there for all to see yet we turn in disbelief The innocent are shunned upon the guilty walk away 'I'm just a patsy' is our plea since that bleak November day

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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