the darkness

the darkness always lingering on the edge around the next stroke of midnight in the breath catching laughter or the smile of living somewhere deep and not quite hidden I am fooled again and pulled again as this unforseen weight takes hold the reasons unclear it stains my thoughts like mold on cheese the darkness is always there always returning eventually

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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