sleep

tears drop from a thousand eyes and wash the sidewalks clean of filth of blood of desperate cries gone silent with the dream darkness lights the alleyways where life is cheap as rust needles lay in greasy puddles rats feed on the crust deeper we fall into nightmares awoken speak not of this if you live in the light there are tears enough for that which is broken just close your eyes and sleep at night

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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