fragile promises
as delicate as the mist
hanging suspended


I’m feeling sad, I’m feeling gum
There’s a hollow feeling in my tum
Why? Cos no one ever notices me
Through me they just see
A tree, the trimming the whole shebang
I’m just a pane of glass, I inspire no happy pang


The scene appeared so normal at first glance
Just a stagnant pond, but it held him entranced
For he knew what lay in the waters deep
The memory enough to steal his sleep
But his death had been best for the circumstance

The following prompts were used for these poems:

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #215

Writephoto – Glimpse

Moonwashed Weekly Prompt #122 – 12/20/22 Promises

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