Seek me, see me not
500 meter target, take your shot
Get your line set up, don’t get caught
Better hope it’s worth what you thought
Here I am, in your sight
Too much rain, may cause blight
You want a lick then take a bite
Practice wounding hearts like a ceremonial rite
© Delia Ross. 2019
Pain after sunset
denial and regret
It’s now ten after sunset
you haven’t admitted anything yet
Blame during sunrise
But never a tear in your eye
Aim for shock and surprise
It’s so much better when they cry
Shame morning and afternoon
You’ll catch him singing the same ole tune
Same lying up under the moon
He wasn’t born with a silver spoon
© Delia Ross. 2019
The world sleeps
It passes noise for confusion
Sleep for delusion
Death it still creeps
© Delia Ross. 2019
The best things in life aren’t free
But please don’t bother me
I changed the lock and key
It’s best if you now flee
He bled her clean
Filled images in her head
The young ones he will preen
And bleed them til they’re dead
The best things in life aren’t free, he said
With not even a look of dread
She knows it’s nothing she misread
His love trap is a deathbed
Miles and decades of lies widespread
But not an ounce of bloodshed
The worst things in life are free
And you’ll never remember me
I sat there clawing blindly
In the forest at the wrong tree
Because the worst things in life
Always seem to follow me
© Delia Ross. 2019
And there upon my epitaph shall say, “died in the womb”, for life never existed and the heart was a broken tomb.
© Delia Ross. 2019
We’ve been lost on the same road
Making circles back again
We’ve been chasing all the ghost
Who will destroy us in the end
Along the way we have passed
Pretending each were a friend
How long can we last
Avoiding roads full of sin
What test do we pass
Where does the road to love begin
All the signs along the way
Point to never meeting him
© Delia Ross. 2019
Who here desire that love be all one needs?
Surely, I say not for me.
Though love proves a clever disguise,
Love does not make one wise.
It preys upon the weak
The mere beauty only,
For purity it speaks.
And I a blossom yet to bloom,
This cold entraps and seals my wounds.
I dare not think you understand,
Whom stand united, hand in hand?
One by one, or two by two,
These elements can get to you…
© Delia Ross. 2010
