I hid between the space of
dream and reality
half-slumbered
like an echo nearing its end
I looked over heartache
hanging crooked
like a crescent moon
longing for finality
Drenched in the regret of becoming whole
now armies gather in my hull
bringing doubt
I see and can’t undue what’s seen
wide expanses of disillusionment
How many times must I end?
The foundation of spirit crushed
and gravity is the weight of ego
pulling between my heart and tongue
If I let go I may never see again
the girl you so perfectly drew
and loved between the lines
Or feel in places I have never felt
That alternate reality which houses
every bit of my soul
ยฉ Delia Ross. 2020
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Hello dear Delia. Finish the chapter this early morning. Had a day-off. Chapter nine and I hope you like the character.
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Lovely to hear! I’ll check it out soon! ๐
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