05-18-2017, 04:36 AM
(05-18-2017, 04:08 AM)Richard Wrote: Broken PromiseI was expecting "like loss drowned by joy".
Under me feet,
I can hear the ice
cracking
like insults snapping against a quiet boy,
yet I keep walking.
At any moment
my breath will be replaced by cold water
like joy drowned by loss.
When the ice finally breaks,
my last thoughts will be:
How did I not notice?
Why didn't you tell me?
Then there'll be nothing left,
but the body
of a childless father.
Nice piece.
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