Promises are made to be broken,
I said I'd stay with peace, no more,
I crossed my fingers when the promise was spoken,
For it was irresistable to join war.
And now I stand sadness at heart,
Last person standing,
With my body in one, but my soul ripped apart,
And the last body finally landing.
I am sorry I defied you,
And I regret that very day,
That you had to die, and not see me through,
That on your deathbed you layed.
I am so, so lonely now.
Author notes
I chose The Promise, and I want to say that Anna Hutchings is a great artist!
A contest entry
- Picture Prompts by Luckintheshadows.
425 points, ended July 23, 2008, 7 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Brilliant! Your words are strong and powerful...a great take on the picture - which I agree...it's a great picture!
I like that your poem has both physical and emotional levels, some excellent imagery, and a great flow.
Thanks for sharing this, and taking the time to enter my contest,
Luck.
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