Occlude

Why do you block the tide from receding?
Was it not the love you were needing?
Did creatures not evolve from the bleeding?
Every hour you appeared for the feeding?

Why do you not place repentance on my altar?
Why am I barely head above water?
Feeling my existence ever growing smaller
You want her to feel taller?

©Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal

This poem was sitting in my drafts (along with many others) I had forgotten I’d written…

Hi. My name is Delia and I’m addicted to rhyme. (And him).

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