Broken promises
wander nighttime corridors,
a pantheon of ghosts
dropped from your lips.
And in the light of day,
galavanting across tenderness,
technicolor in certainty,
no loyalty is wasted
on their creator.
Harmless, you say.
Those abandoned children
incubated with the
best of intentions,
aborted with time
and overcrowding.
Frosted hackles, calling
attention to a spine,
promise otherwise. But, you
know what they say.
Promises, promises.
Powerful poetry of broken promises.
Sorry for the heartbreaks and pain.
Each time it happens, all of the past times are revisited. A part of your heart torn. You wonder how much shredding the heart can take. The scars, always galvanizing to make it stronger as it also takes away the feeling.
If you need someone to talk to, you have my info. Also Whatsapp 712 540 5405.
Michael