Now that the room is empty
And the coffin is nailed closed
Now that the guilt is plenty
Where few ever opposed
Now that less is trendy
And eyes have been sewed closed
Now that few is many
Where your masks have been exposed
Now that desert has found sea
And your words have decomposed
Now that stone is heavy
Was there more I ought to know?
© Delia Ross. 2019
I mean, all a man has is his word and honor so what does that make you!?! Your word is useless now. And honor? You’ll never know…