Intermission

INTERMISSION by @poeeternal / delia ross

You don’t always have to start at the beginning
Not everything is always about winning
And even your soul needs special innings
There’s too much strife not enough grinning
Right about now you could be imprinting
I hope it’s good energy you’re giving
Bandaging those wounds you’ve been bleeding
There’s no loss severing what’s already ending

-fin-

© Delia Ross. 2018

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Wounded Warrior, Help

Is there anyone out there who can help a disabled veteran or fellow human being?

Hello Family, Strangers, Friends,

The transition from military to civilian life has been extremely difficult on me, especially with the government hiring freezes and state of our economy. I served my country honorably for 15 years but my body became broken and disabled. I am reaching out and asking for help because I have hit rock bottom and it seems I am falling deeper in. I am alone and scared. Over the past year I have been selling off my heirlooms and valuables to make ends meet, and I have run out of things to sell. I can no longer afford my jeep payments and will lose it soon. My only other option would be to sell it, which would be a negative transaction, and the $16,659.93 I have already paid off on my jeep would vanish. I would be left without my only mode of transport. I worked really hard in my life to have the things that I do have. I have been hit hard with PTSD, depression, anxiety, chronic pain and insomnia. I don’t know what else to do, aside from ask for help from you. I have no one to lean on. I still owe $9000 on my jeep; my payments are $367.12 monthly which I can no longer afford. I cannot trade as my credit is now ruined from the transition. My savings is drained. My retirement funds are drained. And I am drained. If there is anyone out there at all who is willing to help me get my jeep paid off, I would be deeply and eternally grateful. I would like to focus on my healing as I gave every inch of me I could while serving my country honorably. I have no more left to give. I have always been strong and independent so asking for help is really hard for me. But I feel like losing my jeep would be worse. So, I am calling on you angels in the world, if you could in any way, please help. Share this, donate, pray. Any and all help is appreciated. In the rare instance that I may reach my goal, I will find every way possible to pay-it-forward in the world. God bless.

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I mean it’s pretty bad when you can’t trust your own government
Everyone judges like we’re wrecking havoc
One foot in the grave with their bad habits
Staring at me as if on autopilot
Well I can’t be the only one whose tired of it
I’m not the one who needs a straightjacket
You lie as if honesty were a bullet
Karma is headed your way like a casket
Nothing will please me better than your death certificate
Thank God you never created any other degenerate
I bet your heart is racing now you piece of shit
You ain’t felt nothing yet

Apathy

I have but apathy to loan
Where once a heart of gold
Now all but shades of stone

The clouds a frown
The dirt my home

I am but a shadow more
The frost withered on the grass
A sound upon shattered glass
A wall without a door

© Delia Ross. 2018

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Broken hearts employer

Status

Cacophonous sounds from my tv
Lies packaged and wrapped like greetings
Designed to give false readings
Make your heart stop beating
Taking tours in the wasteland
Never was a big fan
He made me cry in Dublin
A mistress as his right hand
Said he’d treat me like a royal
But none of you are loyal
Cause endless paranoia
Broken hearts employer

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Don’t Want To Know

I don’t wanna know how many days it’s been
It still feels like day one
You and I cannot be friends
And the Earth no longer turns
We spiraled out & lost control again
Yet my heart it still burns
Always made me last instead-
should have been your number one

#amwriting #poeeternal #songwriting #music #lyrics #poetry #prose #healing #loss

Between cigarettes
There must be some regret
I can’t deal with you now

You bring loneliness
With empty promises
And the promise of child

It’s getting cold, she said
You never were impressed
There’s a lesson here somehow

Always late for bed
It’s the consequence
Of figuring you out

Always wrong, you plead
But it was you instead
Doing all of the wrong