Possible trigger warning. Depression and suicide is the subject. Be warned. Including original digi art of myself.
Everything dies, even love.
Home is where the heart is
no one here's getting out alive... (life goes on after you die)
A micropoem by poet POEETERNAL
A poem about arriving too late for love; heart is dead.
Love like his should be criminalized...
The world sleeps It passes noise for confusion Sleep for delusion Death it still creeps © Delia Ross. 2019
I lost my best friend to suicide. I write of her from time to time. But she's always on my mind.
The third and final part of my epic tragedy.
A poem about how hard we make life for one another.
"My darling husband, I can't look at your face, I made a promise but it went to waste. The lovely day when we became one, and the lovely night when we planned our son. But now I've never felt so low before, I don't want to look in your eyes anymore. I saw your pain … Continue reading My Son Part 2: The Note Beneath His Pillow
When it ends there's not going to be time for goodbyes
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
Take heed my warning For death is coming The skies are painted red Mud instead is raining And burying the dead No amount of training Prepared for the bloodshed © Delia Ross. 2019