Prompted Prose

By Patricia Harris

A volume of poetry, Mostly from prompts, from the mind of a half mad poet.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Serenity Studios crafting and publishing group
• Release date: Oct 28, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386884934

Patricia Harris

Patricia Harris is a dreamer, crafter, gamer and digital artist who loves creativity in life. A half mad poet,  her writing is found all over social media and various other websites, including coffee house writers. She is a devoted mom who can be found doing a variety of art when she isn’t penning poetry and writing words. She is half of the indie publishing company Fae Corps publishing. Her collection of writings include a memoir,  children's books, and poetry. For more from Patricia, check out www.Facebook.com/mouseypoet or pattimouse.wordpress.com 

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A Volume of Poetry

By Patricia Harris

©2018 Patricia Harris

All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the author. The only exception is by a reviewer, who may quote short excerpts in a review.

This book is a work of Poetry.

Any similarity between the characters and situations within its pages and places or persons, living or dead, is unintentional and co-incidental.

You say that you love me,

And all that I do,

How much I wish that were true...

You say that you love me,

Just as I am,

Yet I see you know nothing

Of who I really am...

You say that you love me,

To my deepest regret,

You have never even

Met me yet.

Not sure that I will,

Be able to stop

The inevitable.

Stop the crumbling

The pieces that

Fall away,

bit by bit.

Not sure that the end

Is even in sight,

Of the collapse of

My unstable mind.

A waterfall of pieces,

Torn from the whole,

Flowing through the

Broken wasteland that

Once was my life.

Winter cold is seeping in,

Still tomorrow another

Day begins.

Sorrow knocks us down,

Still another day

Will come around.

Just as we feel like the way

Is too much to climb,

That is when hope

Comes to mind.

So, when the darkness

Seems to be all that is found,

And you feel that