slipping

I find myself slipping dripping sipping on old coffee my useless dreams diminished my dreamscape world is all but finished I don't do well when in this place it reminds me of a darker space when I was young and ran from sleep to chase off the morning the dark the deep I would plan my escape until the last fading thought then awake to the light that so hard I had fought I find myself slipping to a place I once knew but the nights aren't as dark for their numbers are few

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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