Monday, April 18, 2011

Broken Promises -- Poetry 2011

Seat belt rolls into place

dragging the buckle up the frame;

similar to rattling chains of the departed,

ones so attached to vices they lost their

souls to gain more and more…

I haven’t lost my soul to greed.

Mine is more a hardening of trust;

a closing down to avoid pain’s bite

when relationship departure rips,

tears, shreds emotional sanity.

I’ll probably be dragging a heavy heart

wrapped in serrated chains; constantly

cutting into heart shaped muscle…

bleeding and bleeding love’s broken promises…


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