This same Moon

this same moon sits above the tree line and with it’s light I can distinguish, even in the bleakest of nights, that line set against the pitch black sky i grow cold and my bones ache of age as I languish here drowning in this sea of irrelevance this vile, slow torture that awaits my every dawn they look at me with a curious eye that quickly turns to distant fear those who sleep above their dreams and question not their souls

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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