running man

this distance seems irrelevant in the half light of a quarter turn in the shaft of Sun that dances through the cracked cloud the rain teetering i run to the corner that is pitch but never reach the end the room expands into a desert and I just keep running sad... the elusiveness of time

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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