Sunken Promises


Selfish eyes; projected

Honesty no longer your guide

Perceiving the veracity within you

Filthy laundry you cannot hide


Your lips; they wisp so softly

Distracted ears will never heed

A slithering snake so diluted

With only your vast ego to feed


Over time you were allowed

To take your amenities and wildly run

No longer will the wrecked wave on

All the dirty deeds you’ve done


Crossfire rains around

A frail structure that’s left to sink

No life jacket is thrown to salvage

Everything gone within a blink

Dont_punch_grandpa's picture


I really liked this one

"Some people die at 25 but buried at 75" Benjamin Franklin 

truthintragedies's picture

Thank you. This poem really

Thank you. This poem really means a lot to me.

**if it's an eye for an eye, then we'll all go blind.**