Doubting John (poetry)

Lying there so cynical
Did I bring you miracle?
Wrapped in glitter and gold
Still you linger below
Can’t get a foot hold…

Β© Delia Ross. 2022

Wait. Have I been using the correct copyright year in my previous post?

I don’t do time anymore πŸ€ͺ

I gave time up πŸ‘€

Also, I’m still writing poetry about you, and John, and us

Guess he’s just a part of us

Until I can get his bones out

He says he’d rather be in a pack on my back than in that fucking hole πŸ•³

I think I might be experiencing post traumatic stress from his death

But also

I can’t lose you πŸ‘€

Maybe you don’t save the world, but instead the girl that does πŸ‘πŸ‘„πŸ‘

I delivered you a poem and miracle

“What of those who believe without miracle and wonder”

Crucify her anyway!

I love you πŸ’•

One thought on “Doubting John (poetry)

  1. If I were a queen bee 🐝, I would not kick you out of the hive during the winter, so I guess we would both get kicked out and have to start our own colony πŸ‘€

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