[Poem from my Voice of Dementia 2005-2006 collection]
Promises,
Seemingly unbreakable
Toast of sincerity,
Sipped from the goblet of assumed eternity
Hollow and void, without a hook.
Death defies them all.
No matter how deeply rooted
The evergreens of love maybe
A choking gasp brings it down
what once stood strong
Bold on ground.
No vows, no rituals, no holy dance
Can cease the dance of death
The sinister angel,
The reaper's blade,
Are the only promises kept.
Broken dreams - in smithereens,
Bitter tears, and bitter tastes.
The only remains in the aftermath.
The moral of the story; hence,
No promises made on our part.
The only vow for mortals dear,
"Till death do us part."
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