The Wrath of Day

I am not angry with the day though I gaze the skies with such disdain I cannot outrun the light so I must wait or hide in shadows so strong and constant is the Sun reminder of my weakness burns darkness comes from it's absence and holds no truth no strength only the means to cower I will ride the slope of night until I fall into my dreams where thoughts are kind and colors play it is here I avoid the wrath of day

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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