Finding Poetry......

I thought I had lost the gift of poetry...but this came and saved me from me.
This is the first thing I have written in months.......



Broken Promise

The sound of a broken promise is the sound of a heart breaking
The death of a promise is followed by
The death of colours
The sun sets in a black world,
The moon loses its shine.
Flowers bloom and die in utter anonymity
The changing of the seasons goes unnoticed…
The paths of future are blurry
And the memories of the past hazy...
Only the pain is fresh…
Like an unhealed wound
A scar—a constant reminder of the way things were
The sound of a broken promise….
Is the sound of a thousand cries…
It is the sound of a mirror breaking into a million pieces..
The empty words hang in the air….
Like an ominous token
The dark shadows of the promise lurks
In the corners of the mind..
Pricking and probing the unguarded heart…
The broken promise is written in blood…
The sound of a broken promise is the colour of blood.
The sound of a heart breaking…is hushed….