Broken Promise

And yet lived
And yet i ate
Drank
Slept
Wept:
Did all
That the lving do
And more
As time went on
Even though
I'd
Buried you.

by wardha jawdat

Comments (3)

The wretched day was their, the night is mine Come tender sleep, and fold me to thy breast. The psych and emotions of over worked and tired worker have been beautifully portrayed. Thanks for sharing.
Weary my veins, my brain, my life! Have pity! No! Once again the harsh, the ugly city.
Weary my veins, my brain, my life! Have pity! No! Once again the harsh, the ugly city. A poem of condolence and share of human sufferings. Very human and touching.