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Broken Promise
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Just To Get Stuff Of My Mind It’s been a year now,
Where are you?
Will you come home to me?
Will you keep your promise?
Caskets role by.
Names are called.
I pray yours isn’t.
A name I couldn’t hear.
Tears burst from my mother’s eyes.
People around me,
Slowly break down.
I look around confused.
I hear mom mutter,
“Why him… Why?”
Why is right,
Why did you break your promise?
Why didn’t you come back to me?
“Death by gunfire.”
My tears finally flow.
My uncle…
I don’t stop their stream.
It’s been a year since I saw you.
You are now in a heaven.
You’re always with me.
But, you still broke your promise.
Fantastic!
Bailey,
Well written. Amazing how you trap one with this piece. Thanks for sharing. Linda
Amazing
Well from the title I never would have guessed what your poem was about, and hey the title alone inspired me... But the poem it's self had me fooled your very good.
You can only be as beautiful as you tell yourself you are, but you can't let beauty get to your head.
Wow.
This is really good. I noticed the tag was "soldier uncle" that gave the poem way more meaning.
awesome inspiration and very
awesome inspiration and very well written... but my question to you is why on earth would you want someone to think someone you love is dead?
Joke
It was a joke going. She already knew my uncle is alive, but I had to make her believe he was dead through the poem. Its how its supposed to be expressed.