Promises, broken and unfulfilled, lie scattered here and there-
I walk upon them with my feet bare.
They make me writhe in pain,
And I look upon them in utter disdain.
I resolve to throw them off the window
But the stubborn shards refuse to go.
They stick to my hand like glue,
And tears well up in my eyes in rue.
I end up with blood trickling down my palm,
But at least the feeling of despair does never come.
They go making my heart free from a stinging sensation,
But leave behind them a vacuum beyond perception.
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