Cabinets- Poetry Made by Me

Promise

Pelting bullets

They pound, shutter, and fly

Zoom, shoot, and hustle

Right off into the sky

He doesn't want to be here

You can see it in his face

But his heart is filled with moisture

And it has no will to race

But he stays here for his family

So they can live and thrive

Laugh and play and feel good

For the very best he'll strive

He know's they're going hell bound

They have no hope in life

The children- they are starving

Reality's one big strife

And They think that Daddy hates them

The reason for him gone

They wish to be with mumma

But her life she has done pawned

They hate the way they see him

Burnt, scratched, hurt, bled, and bruised

They soon do lift their heads up

Their brains and hearts a-fused

But they know who he is fighting for

And how and why he does

So they just want a friendly face

To fill their hearts with fuzz

But Daddy's making promises

He knows he shouldn't keep

But he knows no mountain for his girls

That isn't way too steep