micropoetry PoeEternal poetry Writing


Life is a numbers game and I am always last (if at all)…

He speaks to me through his pen
He’s much better at it than I’ve ever been

I am so lost without him
Don’t wanna feel again

Don’t want love from other men
Just need answers of why and when

If I can’t be number 1, can I be ten?
Is there no place for me then?

© Delia Ross. 2019

By PoeEternal

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

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