I once could feast on him but only from afar
There are continents that separate our hope
His smooth head has been polished by time
I long to run my fingers over his kingdom
But my feet are not wanted on his land
That doesn’t stop the stars falling every night for his love
The moon perched on fantasy
His poems are auras in my soul
God made it so
The storms he brew in me
Where will the rain fall now?
Who will wash your feet?
The way I’ve done after you’ve murdered me
An outcast for mercy
Forgiveness I cried
Gullibility my only ally
The gardens do not grow the way they used to
Not since he banished hope
All welcome but you need not apply
You’re not worth my time
The moment I died
My halls are haunted now
By dreams that never came
And all the things we could have done
Are all that do remain
© Delia Ross. 2020
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Keep on writing your work is stunning!!!!
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Wow, thank you so much!! I really appreciate that!! 😍
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This is hauntingly beautiful!
And totally love your blog name, well done .. true creativity!
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Thanks so much, that’s really kind of you to say!!! 😍
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I tried to give credit honestly!
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I appreciate! ❤
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I love it!!! I think this is your niche, Delia, you knock it out of the park when you write free verse. I adore every line of this one too.
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Thanks so much, I’m really glad you like it! ❤
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Wow Delia that is beautifully written, dark, deep, sad, and a soul filled with much loneliness. You write amazing stuff.
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Hi mama!! Thanks so much! I love you! ❤
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