ocean's edge

my days go quickly my nights are quiet in a morbid kind of way the mind the body less will to move have led my hopes astray so many things that are left to do are buried in my dreams things that once were goals to me have faded in the seams when the memories begin to drift away when the body is in decline take me to the ocean's edge and leave me to my final line

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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