Cold in every manner
Lost faith in ones who matter
Still praying every hour
Too many tongues that spit and chatter
Her words hit like a bomb
I was no longer calm
There was blood on my palm
And I knew where the rage was coming from
Pray that every tear turns to a curse
Hide the devil here inside this verse
If he has a fear I’ll find what works
Thought he was a monster but he’s worse
© Delia Ross. 2020
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When we know rage. We feel alive. I liked these words dear Delia.
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Ain’t that the truth! I have to be careful to not get consumed by rage though and it’s a fine line to teeter.
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I need to learn some rage. Johnnie is too calm. Good to feel the need to accomplish something.
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Push his limits if you will. Maybe think about something that makes you really angry and then try to have that emotion while you’re writing. I was angry when I wrote this lol
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I wrote the yesterday chapters. Sadness, lost my father yesterday. I used his image in chapter eight dear Delia. Us, who love to write. Keep people alive with our words..
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