The Promise
11 April, 2005
Author: Mike
A promise I've made to a friend
Is the only thing keeping me from the end.
A promise that lasts only two weeks,
This feeling may pass but the future looks bleak.
A promise is a promise, an eternal bond.
A crown of truth that I have donned.
Maybe in another life, this bond I could break
But for now this promise I cannot forsake.
I wish that this was not so
As later I may not have the courage to go.
When the time comes, I suppose I'll see
If Death will come stealthily to me.
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| Raimee (80.5.40.153) -- Tuesday, April 12 2005, 10:05 am I love it. :) |
| Yanny (82.19.1.176) -- Tuesday, April 12 2005, 08:01 pm Exactly as Raimee says, I love it. |
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