Epic Tragedy ‘My Son’ + Author explanation + Review

My Son Parts 1, 2, & 3 plus an author summary & fan review

Eternally Yours: Poetry for People by Delia Ross

Some have inquired about where you can get my coffee table book, Eternally Yours: Poetry for People. You can order the softbound edition from Amazon Prime & other outlets (see below). If you are looking for the hardcover though, it will have to be ordered direct from my publisher. If you would like a chance … Continue reading Eternally Yours: Poetry for People by Delia Ross

My Son Part 3: Half of Her Life

The third and final part of my epic tragedy.

My Son Part 1: The Promise

WARNING: The following story contains explicit gore, imagery, & death. It is intended for an older audience. Though it is not age restricted, caution should be taken when reading, as it may cause triggers in some due to the sensitive context and subject matter. Proceed with caution.

Severed Connections

Always alone, what else do we know? We have grown accustomed to loom Universally we stand connected By lines to each other's doom How erroneous to accept The progress of dreaming, The TV is on, my computer is streaming All the world is aglow... Β© Delia Ross. 2010

A Chapter Yet Filled

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 … Continue reading A Chapter Yet Filled

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 Β© Delia Ross. 2018 Find me on: … Continue reading Apathy

Love hath abandoned all

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 … Continue reading Love hath abandoned all