Making Broken Promises
A poem
Falling, I saw you reach for the thread,
Promises, you told I thought you could never bend.
Truth that was hidden I wish I could unsee.
Falling you reach for the threads,
Pulling and twisting, I see the effects.
Before you lies the greatest of them all.
Always waiting, I wander would you ever pull,
Easily the strings would dismantle.
Yet you wrap them with such difficulty,
Ever will you see the knotts you make?
About the Creator
Annie Wenzlick
I have always loved reading Syfy and fantasy-based novels. With my active imagination, I spent most of my childhood imagining I was the heroine charging off to save the day. Now I use that imagination to write and draw my dreams.
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I really liked the way you wrote this poem. You put emphasis on words like, "Pulling", "Promises", "Threads". You reused the same words, but in a different way, and it work beautifully. I loved how you ended the poem with talking about the threads being made into knots. You should write more of these poems!