visible

i tire of the dense, wretched grip of the night dry the scum of boredom from my skin suck the glow from the moon and walk to the edge where night ends like an infinite wall i peel back the stark where the true light burns where the breath of forced solace is at least visible

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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