Outland

It is cold here Frighteningly cold at this end of your dream I stumble to the frigid peaks of this mountaintop Only to gaze in terror upon the same range before me once again You awaken And I remain You dismiss And I retain The moments before 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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