Does he know the keys of the kingdom is within her?
Every hour the sun is growing dimmer.
Pouring every atom from his chest, love is thinner.
Burning any chance of hope, death’s a winner.
Does she hold light like a moon because there’s a glimmer?
Does love keep her on her knees praying for he’s a sinner?
The blood that’s leaking from his chalice it spells a killer.
If lying were monumental he takes the pillar.
© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal
Err, I probably should wait 24 hours in-between posting, but like I’ve got so much to say and so little time. I’ve got to lay it all on the line. Cut my tongue out, I’d still write you rhyme.
The only thing that matters is now.
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9 responses to “Keys of the Kingdom”
Simply a beautiful poem ❤️🔥
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Perhaps you have more time than you think. Or wish for. But absolutely, keep posting.
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Thank you so much, Navin! I hope you are feeling well. 🙏
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You’re welcome, Delia. I’m not doing bad….thank you. Hoping you’re taking care of yourself ✨
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Thank you so very much! Been writing like mad!
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Not very well! But trying! Thank you x
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You have much to say. And a growing number who are listening. Well done, you.
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I’m grateful for those listeners! 🙏
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Can’t decide on ‘hope, love, or light’… Does she hold… hope like a moon? Light? Love? All the same meaning.
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