The Poet Returns

In the haunts of a shadow he dwells unseen so as not to surrender his stoic vision unheard eyeing his subject with cat-like secrecy prowling among the broken souls absorbed in the sorrow of the hopeless destined to report on the status of pain from his silent pulpit to silent eyes the poet returns and affixes a smile

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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