The After
I fired one up on the loading dock after eating lunch at the workplace cafeteria I only smoke after a meal or when I'm contemplating death and I may be contemplating death because I justhad lunchat the workplace cafeteria my Mother would have a cigarette after dinner and one before bed that's probably where I got it I got a lot of things from my Mother and I lost a lot of things when she passed much of my patience I no longer possess along with a good chunk of character I stilldon't cross the line it's just gotten a bit further away the memories of childhood have faded like dates on old concert stubs but the pain they both endured in those last few years remains vivid a stark reminder that life has balances that illness does not discriminate that bad decisions are unforgiving I also believe that the after holds balance as well that someday we will again be wrapped in the arms of those we miss in life and all shall be forgiven
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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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