Mr Ali N.Gray

Thirty six hours passed with no rest but I am now deep within a dream of strange substance and color my emotions strained and stretched my body being torn by something this is the price paid when one denies sleep I blink from a nightmare of glistening, silver probes to see in my awakened state the blank stare of almond sized black eyes a gray silhoetted against the vanilla ice cream colored shades of my living room window the contrast visible even in this monicum of light he leans a bit to my right as I jump into consciousness and I know he is surprised before sending me back When the morning Sun brings me around, my body, head to toe, feels worn with a slight fever all of my daily aches, routine with age, are maximized and accentuated the grayis fresh in my mind the first clearthought, the clarity of his presence undeniable A quick check; testicles intact coffee to chase the headache a shower to wash away the abuse (since this was submitted at the end of June and no-one goes back to review once the new month arrives, and since I haven't felt particularly creative lately, I decidd to change the title a bit and re-submit)

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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