Promises Made Were Broken

Promises made were broken,
As unknown shadows crept from crevices...
Stealthily upon shoulders to cast.

It was then high noon with a Sun showing bright,
Above a cloudless horizon.
While those stood with a happiness to clench,
Surrounded by scents of merriment...
Increasing an anticipation to them sent.

And then those makers of storms warned,
A ripple of darkness would come to forlorn.
And they came...
To dash upon them rain and hopelessness.

And it seemed within moments,
Fears were instilled to revisit.
Creating division to descend upon good intentions.
As tears from eyes were then released,
To prove to all witnessing their grief...
That those promises made would be impossible to keep.

Promises made were broken,
As unknown shadows crept from crevices...
Stealthily upon shoulders to cast.
There had been dire deed doers hiding in darkness,
Believing they held the reigns...
Of enjoying the last laugh.
But...
Those keepers of faith erased this fate.
While those promises made unintentionally broken,
Were mended to restore, implement and renew.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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