monsters, goblins, greys & trolls

monsters, goblins, greys and trolls slithering through my blanket folds sweating bullets I awake in screams twitchy, violent, sketchy dreams hiding in darkness they snicker and strut the window creeks open my eyes slowly shut such an old man I have become they wear and they tear like worms on a plum please stay this night as the Sun leaves they creep just take my hand when I twitch in my sleep

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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