This year flew by. Hopefully I filled it with meaning. Poem 224 of 365 – With every step I slip awayEvery breath is a bill I payEvery memory a dream too lateAnd only fears are here to stay. ~ Essie
Tag: dead
TABULA RASA.
It’s Latin, but I promise I’m not doing it to be bougie. Poem 196 of 365 – The path to the altar is worn;The grass trails away from it in increments, like a tattered shirt.My footsteps are heavy as I carry a corpse over my shoulder.My conscience is weighted as I imagine your cold stare. I’m […]
Praying for Life
You cannot give water when your own glass is empty. What do you do when you need to refill it? Poem 101 of 365 – Dear God, Thank you for another day that I’m alive.I know I should be grateful,But all I feel is dead inside.It’s been like this for a few days now,And I can’t […]
Essie Writes Poetry 