Of Promises made, kept and broken,
Seldom in my life I have spoken.
Of vows taken and agreements mended,
Clauses were found and words were amended.
Among the many oaths that were respected,
The ones not kept, were self directed.
Telling myself I won't take the blame,
Never again will guilt stake its claim.
I kept repeating what happened was in the past,
From now on, I promise, my strength will be my mast.
More often than not, I broke my vow,
My own efforts I did disavow.
Its not that I am indifferent to my worth,
But my mind is in a state of dearth.
We all often find ourselves in these dumps,
But what is life without these bumps?
Among these promises I made, kept and broke,
I learned to let my guilt dissipate into smoke.
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Alation
PoetryHighest Ranking in Poetry: #7 "The elegy of silence, The wailing of fate, The panache of death, The din of rage. Will quieten itself, Soon enough, someday."