waiting for the Sun

bitterness shrieks through the alleyways sadness hovers like a fog the raging plea of hopelessness reaches through the drunken screams and tears at the soul of the child who hears so clearly waiting for the shadows to lift waiting for the screams to succumb to quiet cries waiting for the Sun

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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