Seth Trent-Cannon Poet Free verse

Inks Destruction of a Promise

As I sit at the stroke of 3
In this lucubrator 
And watch the flame of the candle flicker,
I sort through scraps of your heart
On old crumpled paper,
And listen to the hebetude
Of your written words
Promising me
Everything.
I feel a tear drop
From the corner of my eye
And land on the paper
Smearing the useless promises of the ink.
I take a hand full of the promises
And hold it just above the flame,
Boutefeu upon it.
I see the ink bubble
And watch as the paper turn darker
Till finally
Its nothing but ash.
As I burn the pile full of
Promises and dreams,
Written down for all to see…,
I also burn you 
And everything you were to me.
For you were all a lie!



Lucubrator- a person who studies by night, or by candlelight.
Hebetude- dullness; bluntness; obtuseness; want of discernment.
Boutefeu- is a French word, and literally means “to set fire.”

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Dyp The Wolf May 11, 2013 at 8:56 PM this is beautiful! i absolutely love it! amazing poem! btw this is jim! :P

Pace Ink-U-Script January 30, 2013 at 1:49 PM I love this poem written here! Love the way you added the definitions at the bottom for some of the readers to understand the meaning without them having to get a dictionary. I should do that on my work as well. Please keep writing!! Regards INK-U-SCRIPT

The Situation January 29, 2013 at 1:55 PM this can pass as poetry. Sean Cannon January 29, 2013 at 2:27 PM Excuse me, but who are you to say what poetry is? Poetry is all things, yet nothing at all. It depends on how you look at it. This is beautiful poetry, you just may not agree with the poem.