Day: March 3, 2019

Empty screams echo off the walls

Of my simple soul, at night. It crawls.

The weeds from my garden

Creep up my legs. They twist around

My knocking knees. I count the cries

I hear in my head. I can’t imagine

What’s filled me with dread.

I don’t know if I’m alive or dead.

Give unto me some wine and bread.