The words
Rolling in like thunder
The Earth begins to shake
But, I have lost all wonder

The roads
They all lead to plunder
My body aches
I can’t feel fire from under

The wounds
They cover blood with hunger
Going over mistakes
There’s none I can take cover

The Moon
She has lost her number
Chances we forsake
Love flowing down the gutter

© Delia Ross. 2021 / PoeEternal

Ah, there she is. Disillusionment. Open wide.

FOREVER MOOD

👀

*dies in street*