Itai Oscar


Broken Promise


I heard a sharp cracking sound
like a dry twig that was stepped upon by a giant foot
when I turned around
I realised that you had broken a promise
you promised to stand by me
through thick and thin
but when push came to shove
you turned your back on me and walked away
you didn't even raise your finger
you had both your hands down
like my wall clock at six thirty
I couldn't face the fact that you had betrayed me
I felt like my heart had been shredded
It was all because of a broken promise
Nobody sticks to their vows nowadays

Submitted: Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Edited: Friday, July 26, 2013
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  • Rakshita Gupta (6/27/2013 8:29:00 AM)

    Well done.
    I really liked how you personified a promise and made it more as an imagery.
    Moreover, the onomatopoeia used is also good.
    Overall, I really liked it.
    You too are invited to check out my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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