PromisesA Poem by GeraldFIngBurkeI wish you could see me for the man I am And not the one I want to be I’m at the end of my rope And this chair isn't holding me
I remember the day your eyes were fire And I promised you all the things I didn't own I wish I could go back and take the words That I used to build this home
We say many beautiful things That seem so sweet but taste of ash And I regret not bleeding myself As I watched you hemorrhage through the glass
But it's too late to pretend to be slave When I've burned everything I've had It's not enough to suffer to the enemy But deliver our fate into his hands
We watch the days tick by Like a thousand falling spears Pressing down on our heavy hearts As the moments turn to years
Suffering like cancer wrought This narrowed point of view I wish we could forget our promises And leave only me and you © 2016 GeraldFIngBurke |
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