A poem about someone that may have been made a promise before and found themselves the subject of a fals pretence for sometime.

Thou shalt not hurt you-

 

 

Words thy ears were spoken.

Thou vowed thus spoke true,

twas trust.  Trust that has broken.

 

 

Broken into pieces,

thee fingers shalt not move

from thy creases.

 

 

Before, thou would have placed in a booth,

but now all to feel

is sick.  Thy shalt not shed a tear,

to show weakness?

Is that what thee wants to hear.

 

 

Thy shalt not hand in victory,

thy will be stronger

than thee.

 

 

Thee coward of he!

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Comments (6)
  • Lord Banks on May 9, 2010

    Great work, keep it up. LB

  • rizzei on May 10, 2010

    promises give hope. this one is a very nice piece. :)

  • Atanacio on May 10, 2010

    this is one of your better pieces I loved it

  • VTech on May 10, 2010

    Good Post

  • diamondpoet on May 11, 2010

    This is a beautiful and strong piece.

  • Domenico Cigliano on May 13, 2010

    Cleverly crafted.. thank you

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