The day that you’re dead will be the day that you died
And we both really know you never were alive inside
It won’t be the first time though you made another human cry
But I can promise that you won’t get a drop from these eyes
Some wonder why I’m now desensitized
With a calloused heart but such open lines
Well I took a chance with fate, whatever would betide
These others view, but who in them to confide?
All I do is speak the truth, you can’t read through his lies?
Is it not enough for you, you’re still not clarified
My side is always truth, I cannot lead the blind
#thisiswhatthetruthfeelslike #poeeternal #amwriting
Unto you all
Magnitudes of joy
Winners must stand tall
Alone sometimes we wait
With the wrong key
At the right gate
Sometimes beneath the brush
A silent memory echoes
a vain, disordered look
a widower, an ache
Promise not to wake her
In her slumber,
but not far from reach
Gratitude for the worthy
Who are these men who call to order?
Vessels of empty breeders
a love for them I may not harbor
Lonely, ghost child
Who are you searching for?
Who are your brothers?
Be gone troubled tomorrows!
Doubts are but demons
Cast iron freemen
Willing to set aside fate
Look at her
her soft skin
to let him in
© Delia Faith Ross