Tell My Troubles To Mr. Moore [Promises]

A vent. 'Tis been a rough day.

I never thought this would happen.

 

A promise wasted on empty breath.

A promise to call back, to apologize for nothing.

"No, thats not what I meant..."

How can one trust these words layed before me?

 

Cross legged, teary eyed

Face first in the pillow

Hoping your breath will cease if you wait long enough

Broken

Too tired to pick up the pieces I prick these fingers on

 

Phone kept at my heels

Yet no light to grace the ears

I cant help but cry

 

"I feel used."

"You have a tendency to...yknow, not get your work done."

"Please dont be upset with me."

 

I used to think

That these memories remained nightmares

Impossible daydreams buried in the dirt

But a sharp-shooter like yourself

Can shoot down even the strongest of wills

 

Something so small

Turned into sword and stone

Pierce my heart and leave me to die

Electricty to break the bones

Of the spine I used to confess my sins

 

12:01

A new day filled with promises and hope

Yet these eyes are empty and awaiting their purpose

So I'll sit here, legs stretched

And tell my troubles to Mr. Moore

Who doesn't answer back anyway

 

Enjoy your party

While my t-shirt sits on your counter

And as you play with sacks and guns

I hope you think of me

 

You promised you would.

 

 

Reviews

[Doreen]

I like the work that comes from venting. This is deep and sad and allover very well penned. I Feel this rather than just reading it, (if that makes any sense). I'm glad I came across this one.

[∠( ᐛ 」..]

This is really emotional and sad, yet it is a great poem.
100/100

[Harley (arbiter)]

interesting. a good vent id say. some of it doesnt flow as good as other parts but thats ok. i liked it. good descriptions aswell. nice job