window

and in this gaping hole that once harbored the love of ages my shadow casts itself upon a barren wall my thoughts fall to the corner and mix with dust for there is no place there is no-one there is only the sound of an empty room the falling Sun changes only the shadow from short to long and to disappear

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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