Breaking A Promise

i promised myself
not to open this pc
and not to write a poem

hardheaded
here i am again
irritating you

no rules, no form,
no grace, no beauty,
no meter, no count
insensitive, unbearable,
persistent, pestering,
pondering, and always
on the themes of

black, shapeless,
starless, moonless
dark, cold, and damp.

i break promises.
but i do not curse.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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