Broken Promises

Broken Promises.


Tell me. Where do you place broken promises
when they have been discarded.
Into a box where they will be shipped off
and never heard from again?
All of my broken promises are sobbing creatures,
green shrunken guys
With black beady eyes, gnawing at white knotted ropes.
They reach for the promises they were supposed to have
been near, and to have kept.
But they will never be like a blow fish, swimming in
the ocean of completed promises.
Of gleaming marbles of shimmering hope and desire so
red and polished, honesty, again.
The owners passed by the knot to untie it, for temptation.
The promises cry, blinking with tears, their eyes in agony.
Hope for their lives fades like dew on the knot,
promising to maybe return someday.