slow motion
the invisible weight of blind transition climbs my back sits upon my shoulders laughter goes silent colors once vibrant turn black and grey I move in slow motion every thought enslaved every dream a nightmare my monster has returned
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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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