EA Murphree – Artist – Author


The future and its viewless things,

That undiscovered mystery.  Will

We feel death’s lifeless wings.

No one wants these ending things,

If so, it would be a lie.  I hide behind

Curtained windows to keep the

World from seeing my dying eyes.

My face bathed in the dew of morn,

Before me the snowy landscape

Spreads.  This is the world in which

I was born, the world which will be

Gone from me when I am dead.

Sick of this wasted body, the mortal

Strife, the pain of taking a breath.

Now sorrow is the course of my life,

My soul combats with death.

I pray for calmness within me, please

Let it grow, before my wilted spirit must

Go.  Life is beginning to be all too clear,

I am not afraid, for soon I will be gone

From here.


Books by the author at and Barnes&…

Book #1 Echoing Images from the Soul

Book #2 Beyond the Voices

Book #3 Reflections of Poetry

Book #4 Honeysuckle Memories

Book #5 Sachets of Poetry on Adoration, Anger, Asylums, and Aspirations

Book #6 My Journey into Art

Book #7 Fragments of Time

Book #8 Rutted Roads

Book #9 Asterial Thoughts

Book #10 Flying with Broken Wings

Book #11 Cherished Memories

Book # 12 Rhythm Rhyme and Thoughts

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