Incomplete Promises

Incomplete Promises JB

 

See I should go now

I’m tired, I’m tired of being stepped all over

I think it’s over, it has been for a while

Why do I get this false hope God?

It messes with my mind, my heart, and spine

Sure, I’ve messed up a time or two, shoot maybe even a dozen

Why don’t I deserve forgiveness from you?

Why do I get talked down upon like an animal?

Why is what I am or perusing to be just never good enough!

See you don’t know my plans, probably won’t stick around to even find out,

See the damn promises I’ve made are still being played out

I’m sorry they weren’t instantly met

So, you call me a failure instead

I keep pushing, stressing, dying for my family

But when will you f*****g see the man im trying to be

Sure, I’m an angry a*s hole and a son of a b***h,

But what turned me into that? Did you think of that?

See a******s never started out a******s, did they?

It never used to be this way and never should have!

But I’m not the same now so it’s hard to go back

You won’t go back

See I could try and change for the better, for us

But you won’t even look at yourself as someone who’s fucked up

Honestly most days I can’t stand your face

I’m reminded of how your face used to bring me peace and grace

Now, now it all feels like a waste

I poured my heart out and I was rewarded with such disgrace

So, so much f*****g pain, and you wonder why I can’t explain, talk, or communicate

Stop being prideful they say… I don’t even know what it even is to have pride in my days!

So why the hell do I need to stay!

Reviews

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Such a talented poet! Welcome to the site and to friends here JB. We care about you. Please don't leave us. You have a talent and a light that I can feel. You were used and abused in the brave service to your country- the ultimate betrayal. Your anger is righteously delivered. Write it out son- please don't turn it inward. You are a beautiful soul. God is with you and cries for you. He was with you on the battlefield and blessed you through your scars. Please hold on , rest in God, let Him heal you. Let your children heal you. We owe you our lives and are here for you. Keep writing my friend! Great work and thank you.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

It sounds like life is a dirt road for you, riddled with potholes, rocks, and debris. I hope you can eventually find an off ramp so that you can let down the windows and let the wind blow through your hair.

You need to turn on the windshield wipers and wash away the grime that blocks your view. Leave the rainclouds in the distance and drive towards the sun.

It's shining for you.