Easter Ellen

  Wandering Girl   Broken and destitute, lost and gone She wanders her way as she saunters along   Ignored and forgotten, who’s child is this That once was a wee...

  The Lost Ones   I reach My hand out to the poor, the needy and the ill I reach My hand to the broken, to save them’s My will  ...

  Too far gone to discuss it at all Too down deep for words to recall Too forlorn for words to describe So I sit and ponder as I scribe Conversant...

Though she had given all of her heart to a man she fully trusted He left her with a broken heart That stagnated and rusted Time did not heal her wounds...

There is no need for introduction This constant way of self-destruction Afraid to face the sorrow of the day She kept herself in trepidation Hidden from the sure damnation That filled...

  She zipped up her coat against the cold, chill winds and against her heart which had just broken. “I don’t want to see you anymore”. Devastation leads to disbelieve which...

He stood looming above me. I knew I had it coming to me. I was in for a long lecture. All I had left to save me was to stay silent...