Tossing out all these dead flowers
Wondering how I lost so many hours
All my fears his soul devours
I wish I had her superpowers
Bonded to insomniac dreams
Getting further lost in the crowd it seems
No matter where he moves light beams
Time is borrowed and never redeems
A number to him and a number to her
My first twenty years it seems were a blur
Chasing adventure with love and liquor
Regret and denial would only occur
I’m sadder now than I ever was before
I’ve healed myself from wounds of your war
Silence a battleground I rather abhor
I don’t even know what I was looking for
© Delia Ross. 2019
PoeEternal 
Good write. Many of scared and broken hearts have peregrinated down these rabbit holes, including me my friend, so I can feel what you are saying. Everyone offers you advice but truth is, no one really knows when love, I mean real love will discover… us. I do hope you keep your heart open for it.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I’m getting ready to close the doors for good. Well, I may keep my door cracked open. So that a little light may reach me. Otherwise, it’s been a very loveless journey.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I can relate, a crack is all love needs.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Dropped spoken word of this on Tuners!!
LikeLike