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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Ahh but who doth not judge the outer appurtenance which is full of flaw? I too shall like to see beyond the hollow scar. Frail and meek, I seek to find comfort in man which bringeth me none not. Love hath abandoned all but my shadow. Until I am merely dust in the wind. I dare not you understand.
© Delia Ross and Poe Eternal, 2017.
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