I almost followed you
Down dreary days
And thicket forests
Searching rainbows
Behind sullen skies

Peering hopelessness
Digging up rotten regrets

I nearly ran to your sorrow
And planted beneath
The light that followed

So only calloused calls
Would echo from the hollow

I almost heard you cry
The grumble of Apollo

But only darkness lies
The beating of tomorrow

Copyright © 2023 Delia Ross /@poeeternal. All rights reserved.

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I WAS NOT TRYING TO WRITE A RHYME

I MADE HUGE EFFORT TO NOT RHYME

BUT MY MIND HAD A MIND OF ITS OWN

I STILL LOVE HIM

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Plant me a rose garden dear? In our cemetery.

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