The Judgment Of Intentions Poem by Kevin Patrick Brown

Your promise is a cloud; my fulfillment is the rain
Your pledge is the air; my reaction is the soil
My word is a shadow; your reverberations are the seeds
My need was an illusion; your echoes are unfolding

What yields our blinded actions but a harvest full of blame?
When angry deeds are screaming, can mere words cut and maim?

Our promises will diverge, our actions they will slash
Our pledges always dissemble, our movement they destroy
Our words ring hollow, our motives they enrage
Our needs never truthful, our impulses pressing down

Doubt rings our actions, leaving nothing to be grasped
Judgment greets our intentions, planting misery in our clasp