Ellie The Shepherd

I used to kiss each nose as I'd walk by their cage

It just seemed like fate, that our brown-eyes engage

This House

These walls long to hear a baby's cry, and a child's laugh.
These floors long to feel bare little feet, running

In a morning's early hour, I am held needlessly awake

Drained of creative power. wallowing in heartache

My life, held to

Heartbreak

Blue waves lapping relentlessly; the shores of my resilience gradually ebbing.

Wisdom dear friend, your kind invitation

No Longer

I can no longer see the break of day nor the falling of night, for my eyes have ceased to see

I can no longer