micropoetry PoeEternal poetry Writing


It’s better to love him from afar.

Take a bite of silence
Spread it like a virus

Watch the hour widen
Feel the pain ripen

As hearts growing calloused
Whose wall is tallest

Add it to the distance
A sweet tongue now viscous

A truth more painful than a lie
A hello more terrifying than goodbye

With all parties now listening
Two of the same are wishing

On a star which died many years ago
What remains is a shadow

Though they wouldn’t know
No they wouldn’t know

He remains as a scarecrow
Protecting over his soul

© Delia Ross. 2019

By PoeEternal

I'm gone. Maybe it's like I never existed at all.

4 replies on “Scarecrow”

Oh, in regards to that line, I’ve learned in my little time on Earth that it’s harder for someone to say hello to you in the beginning, but often people become complacent in the relationship, and in the end everyone goes away anyway without any difficulty at all…

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