Words are like a verbal battlefield.
A blow here, a cut there, slashed into pieces.
The blood spills over.
The wounded lies in a foetal position.
No pity from the victor's side.
He had it coming his way.
This time you win, but tomorrow is a new battle and the odds can change.
YOU ARE READING
Deliriously Yours
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that are concise and honest in their approach. They don't preach, they simply are. Within he poems there is a thread of naivety that tugs at you, whilst at the same time there is a sense of worldliness and depth that ba...
