So little time
To heal a damaged mind.
To get ones soul out of a bind.
Would it better to hide?
To turn away from the pain
Back to the shadows without gain.
It would be easier my dear.
But that is the way back to fear.
The tragic death of hopes or dreams
The slayer of all in between.
A Simple man who dreams of being an Author one day. A lover of poems and stories of all types. A dreamer and a tale weaver in my spare time. What little I have as a father of three. Come sit by the fire, and let me spin my tales, let me speak my rhymes, and show you, a quite good time.
RedRavenPoems 
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