Fool’s gold
That’s what you sold
Do you always gift your muse
A fistfuck in the heart to bruise
Poison in her chalice
Written words of malice
A traitor in your trade
Heaven now will fade
You tossed away your destiny
You systematically destroyed me
You ran headfirst into decay
You laughed as I turned away
I wish I didn’t know you were out there
Somewhere living without a care
Never once really needing my hand
That was only pretend
Stuck on a dead-end road with a killer
Reached for your hand as a healer
I would wish you well
But I am in hell
Praying now to forget your face
Begging god just to fix the ache
It’s still cold when the sun is shining
Please tell me where is the silver lining?
© Delia Ross. 2019
I love love this poem. Poisoning a muse has the makings for a brilliant story. Keep writing!
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Hi Jeffrey, thank you so much for the feedback! It’s greatly appreciated! 😊
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I had to write about the whole Juliette drinking the poison
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Hi, that’s cool. I’m glad my little poem was able to inspire you! 😊
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Hello Delia. We must be thinking alike. Wrote a poem with the same title. Easy to fall for fool’s gold. So shiny.
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But like all fake things the rust generally is exposed quickly… ✌️
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You are right Delia.
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