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Ezra Deliah Poem
She said I was the sun, I was the moon.
She told me I was 'old enough'. yet it was far too soon.
She lured me in with warmth, and had taught me so.
Even after sunburn, I couldn't see letting her go.
I was seen as the darkness, or so she had said;
but I brought light when it were right- didn't matter how she were fed.
She didn't care if I were dead! She was always so tough...
All she ever saw was red! so yelling wasn't enough...
Yet the warmth is what I craved-
something trouble could never have saved.
So now I sit in my room, I a faint light in the dark;
yet her past whispers in my ear are now nothing but a bark.
Copyright © ezra Deliah | Year Posted 2026
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Ezra Deliah Poem
Theres paint on the walls that I couldn't scratch off
Theres wine in my glass- I had filled to the top
The blood likes to speak- stubborn trying tough
Life is infuriating, and I've had enough…
Angry red marks 'They're so beautiful let them show?'
Oh, so very beautiful under the hospital glow
I was but once 10, when I thought I'd had it all
But 4th grade math was the lest of it all
I was but once 5, I couldn't recall-
Smashing and bashing, destructive downfall
I was but once young, I was once small
I was but once older, yet I was once tall
I was but once, oh so many, many things
Yet my stomach still rumbles, my ears still ring
The marks stain skin, even after all this time
The pill's still bitter, a salted lime
Voices command the blade- so shiny and bright
And they tell me I won't- miss the vein this time....
Copyright © ezra Deliah | Year Posted 2026
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