Night Caller

they search for the innocence in us the naivety the untriggered thought when knowledge now comes in such small increments as to be insignificant life falters you cannot create emotion, elation sadness when you have lived long enough to rise above such mundane, humane feelings it is the curse of near perfection I pity you searching those empty, dark eyes I sense how you long to be human again

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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