the dark
the darkness deepens and slowly sighs as it folds itself around me envelops me in it's thick choking love I awaken to shallow breath and thoughts that border on madness my sleep is no longer my escape but rather a harbor for the remnants of what once was a good life
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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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