Notes About The Poem
When the reflection of strife in the form of regrets of unspoken words and acts of unkept promises becomes a haunting reality.
Echoes of Foresaken Promises
Its always aches,
when it becomes too late.
When you finally realized,
those and things you forsake.
And now,
like a coward,
I yearn for eternal rest,
rather than walk this journey alone,
without true.
left to wrestle with fading thoughts,
of unkept promises.
I slip into the void of this endless black hole,
of what might have been,
goes on to be forgotten,
where unreleased words
and wandering feelings of love,
gets relinquished,
into the forever what if.
Lost love seeps from curling words
into a floundering bloodstream flow of tears, sketches echos through the heart.
For it is your acidic tongue drips venom,
and only God holds the serum
to cure the Scars of the dark.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
