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Some lessons come the bitter way, I hope there was some better way, Some way of learning these things, I do not want to hurt again my wings, Taking this as my incompetence sign, I prepare with a heavy heart to resign, Burying the broken promises that hurt me. Some hopes that had been on a high, I regret that they were not as high, Some heights which had been dizzying, I regret that they were sickening, False promises were made to me again, I feel the assurances to be false now, Burying the broken promises that hurt me. Some words in darkness now languish, I wish that moonlight now descends, Some paths that lead to the cliffs be lit in red, I wish that I may identify the dangers, Stuck in the purgatory I feel closer to hell, I wished to be saved and I wished to be heard, But nobody can now hear me yelp, I should now be doing myself a favor, I'll bury the broken promises that hurt me. Some glasses to be filled again with wine, I must empty them down my throat, Some more wine of morose poetry is there, I must empty it and become sober, My mind must become calmer and safer, I shouldn't feel guilty because I didn't forget, I'll just bury the broken promises once more. No I don't feel as weak to take to alcoholism as yet, I have a heart of diamond which can't be broken, Not that stupid girl can't manage to break my heart, But I have promises to keep before forever I sleep, Promise to keep a smile at least once a day on my lips. A promise to keep I made to myself after my rebirth, I'll just move on burying the broken promises that hurt me.
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Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 3:37 AM UTC
Burying The Broken Promises That Hurt Me
Some lessons come the bitter way, I hope there was some better way, Some way of learning these things, I do not want to hurt again my wings, Taking this as my incompetence sign, I prepare with a heavy heart to resign, Burying the broken promises that hurt me. Some hopes that had been on a high, I regret that they were not as high, Some heights which had been dizzying, I regret that they were sickening, False promises were made to me again, I feel the assurances to be false now, Burying the broken promises that hurt me. Some words in darkness now languish, I wish that moonlight now descends, Some paths that lead to the cliffs be lit in red, I wish that I may identify the dangers, Stuck in the purgatory I feel closer to hell, I wished to be saved and I wished to be heard, But nobody can now hear me yelp, I should now be doing myself a favor, I'll bury the broken promises that hurt me. Some glasses to be filled again with wine, I must empty them down my throat, Some more wine of morose poetry is there, I must empty it and become sober, My mind must become calmer and safer, I shouldn't feel guilty because I didn't forget, I'll just bury the broken promises once more. No I don't feel as weak to take to alcoholism as yet, I have a heart of diamond which can't be broken, Not that stupid girl can't manage to break my heart, But I have promises to keep before forever I sleep, Promise to keep a smile at least once a day on my lips. A promise to keep I made to myself after my rebirth, I'll just move on burying the broken promises that hurt me.
My HP Poem #700 ©Atul Kaushal
Atul
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35/M/Indian
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 3:37 AM UTC
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