the coming

when I lay beside my lover the world below us runs for cover the wretched cannot touch us here faces turn in stark dismay blood runs cold their thoughts are gray vacant eyes are dull with fear they sense the light that soon will burn will rid our haven of those who spurn a world of love is drawing near the wretched cannot touch us here

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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