My poems

Promises

Promises

Worth their weight in gold

When kept

When they are thrown away

The words discarded to the wind

They are worthless

I’ll try to do the promises you asked of me

I’m going to honour you

I’m going to live life to the full

I’m going to smile

You made me promise to move on

I wanted to scream there and then

Move on- move on when you are dying because of me?

Move on when it is me who has tainted you with the dark stain of death

Move on- how can I move on knowing I hurt you.

Looking back at my thoughts, I let out a sigh

Of course I’ll move on

It’s going to be hard

You were such a close friend

An amazing teacher

The best protector I could have asked for

But you wanted me to, so I shall

Though my heart is heavy

The sorrow coming down on me

I’ll try to move on

Leaving only the good memories we had in my mind

The second promise- to hone my gifts and to use them for good.

I wanted to laugh bitterly.

It was because of my gifts that you were dying

It was because of my gifts that darkness was happening

So how could I use them for good- when evil is all that dwells inside me

How can I use them for good, when your demise was because of my blasted gifts?

Oh those hasty words… I understand now what you’re saying

There are two sides to a story

My heart is not black, just heavy with sorrow

I will, I will hone them

I’ll use them to help

Just like you did

The last and final promise

The trickiest of them all

To know whom to trust and whom to not

I don’t know whether I’ll be able to

It was you who had that instinct

That little knack of knowing which ones would hurt me

You gave me warnings

Too bad I didn’t listen

I’m going to try

So no one else gets hurt

It may be hard, and I’ll make mistakes

But I- I shall honour your promises

Promises that shall be worth their weight in gold.