Promises

You hide behind the fortress of your heart.
The face masks the lie.
You believed in forever;
Love.
Nervous fingers turn the golden sun.
Heart reaches out;
Longing for connection.
You would sacrifice much for love,
But they would risk nothing ;
Leave you in the cold to die alone.
Hope?
Can life be so
Fertile?
Futile?
The blood flows,
And heart beats against the chest.
Life seeks her own.
In the ploughman’s wake;
Only the strong survive.
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Posted on January 8, 2015, in Poetry, thoughts, Weekly Word Press Writing Challenge and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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