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Demise of a Promise

Demise of a Promise

In love, isolated, afar from the one
Memories, a call from her far away voice
Beyond the dim rim of murky reason
Reassurances rain down from sweet lips

Endless days darken, become restless nights
Aching hearts beat out an endless lament
Knowing she waits lonely, carrying unshed tears
In each lonely being the knowledge, home coming is soon

Nights become days and days become a fortnight
Ghost whispers in a haunted mind become compelling
Small shafts of light illuminate the unspoken truths
Oh so quickly what was promised is taken away

Falling faster and faster through the emotional chasm
Anger, sorrow and despair tinged with a need to hate
She now treats me as he and he as me
Time to reap what was sown, we are dead to each other

G.R.Hambley
September 5,2013

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5 responses to “Demise of a Promise

  1. grhambley May 9, 2015 at 8:28 am

    You have everything compartmentalized and put away only to have it return. This was written almost 2 years ago and yet because of an action I find myself, not of my own doing, having to deal with ghosts. I’m expected to be thankful and appreciative by someone else who just doesn’t comprehend why I’m not because it doesn’t fit their mindset. With what is involved, and it is very important it brings the angst back almost full blown and I have to deal with it again.

    Like

  2. motherhendiaries May 9, 2015 at 6:45 pm

    Such pain… I feel for your protagonist, whether yourself or imagined. 😦 moving on can at times be an unscalable mountain. So grow wings…

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