One Promise Broken

I promised I'd live. I thought that I would,
But now it's looking as if I won't. I'm apt
To be gone in a couple of years. If that
Matters to you, believe me, I'm sorry.
I promised I'd love you, and that part
Was true, though this love, at this point,
Being doubly eroded by scarcity,
Oxygen, signs that you care, isn't much.
It's a pebble inside of a can. It rattles
With each step I take when I'm near you.
Do you ever hear it? Would you rather
Not? Either way, it won't rattle
For long.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Read 73 times
Written on 2016-11-14 at 12:17

dott Save as a bookmark (requires login)
dott Write a comment (requires login)
dott Send as email (requires login)
dott Print text