No Clear Shot

My love,

How am I to find you through all these weeds?

The sun is rarely shining on my needs

The earth she cries and cowers where she bleeds

You alone have power to sow these seeds

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Published by PoeEternal

I'm gone. Maybe it's like I never existed at all.

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