Under Shawl 

The depth of my soul,
Buried beneath the cathedral stone,
My breath shallow,
The weight of my pain wrapped under shawl,
My lips bleeding in lacey throw,
Unable to speak,
My dues,
I owe,
Cast undertow.




Time is lost,
In each breathe,


Memories shun,

Over and over. Reciting our song,

In the past my heart belongs,

The future a ribbon soaked in blood,

Asleep in the wounds of love.

I have written Her…..

I have no words to describe how much I love this poem, by the very talented Eric. It’s just so incrediblely beautiful. Took my breath away! ❤️❤️❤️