Easter Ellen

  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...

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 hears her words in this tale of want Spinning silk strings of horror Hoping that by penning her thoughts Her words could somehow restore her   The light rain of...

I’ve struggled through this ocean of madness Not seeing past waves of my own sadness Living a cyclone built of illusion Cloaked in nothing but utter confusion   Pretending I saw...

The Least Forgiven   I seek to face within myself Transgressions tucked away I ask if I will forgive The sins of long-gone days   Forgiveness is not mine to give...

Please note: There is some graphic language in this, but it is a true reflection of what living as an abused spouse (man or woman) is like.. what it was for...

Inspired by a fellow Blogging U 101 participant, Lana that decided to join a writing prompt about dreams and how they affect our reality. I decided to take part in this with her What...