Not A Word

There’s nothing that I have when I die that I keep
There’s not a word that he’s written that has not made me weep
Longing comes in floods, I guess we get what we reap
Treading flooding waters drowning where his soul runs deep

© Delia Ross. 2020

Longing for him 24/7

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  1. That’s what they say, free will, but then so much of our existence is controlled and manipulated. Once we figure that out, we spend another lifetime reconditioning what we’ve been brainwashed to believe. Stay woke.

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