Promises, PromisesA Poem by JennaMarie
I can't bear to have you look into my eyes
For I know that if you did,
You'd see it.
The "it" I try to cover up,
That tearing, churning, wrenching
Thing in me.
I feel it try and rip its way out.
(Funny thing is, I want it to.)
Eighteen years have come and gone
An eternity of imprisoned minutes.
Waste and uselessness.
I long for the freedom of truth,
The calm of existing without pretense
But each day brings old pain.
I look to the future
With two eyes.
One, full of hope
The other, glazed with cynicism.
Dreaming of something
I know will never come.
© 2011 JennaMarie
AboutI'm JennaMarie, and I'm a poet at heart. I write whatever comes to my mind at the time. more..