Saturday, December 1, 2018

DEBBIE EMBREY


DEBBIE EMBREY

A FEW WORDS OF PRAYER

I humble myself
and thank God above
for friends like you
and for His love

May you be blessed
both by day and night
and may peace follow
to make things right

Good night
and many blessings






EMPTY

you take away ink
from the writer
all you have left
is an empty shell
a void essence

you pull the trigger
on what's left
of her life
you ripped her soul
as no one or nothing
else could ever do

she lies there in tears
now dried on her skin
she has no voice
it was taken away

a writer without ink
is a forbidden fool
because skies darkened
stars no longer shine
nothing can fill her
or revive the spirit
that was once there

she is empty






THE DRIFTER

he came drifting into town
with no particular destination
nothing in his pockets
but his I.D. and a dime

the sack he carried on his back
had clothes, a blanket
an empty mug
and a raggedy pair of gloves

he worked for food
and a roof over his head
poor as an old church mouse
but he always had a smile

he might stay overnight
or a few days ~ a week
didn't want to leave a place
by wearing out his welcome

and just as soon as he came
he was out the door
once again he headed
on the lonesome road

the back of his head
showed all his pride
a good man ~ caring
leaving only memories

as the years flew by
I still recall the traveler
and the stories he told
with a vibrant face

no one could ever say
they weren't intrigued
with the drifter

DEBBIE EMBREY


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