You promised me eternity
With the caveat of oblivion and despair
In which I gladly penned my name
For everyone abandons me
Fathers and brothers and friends
By choice or by cosmic design
Whether fault reigns
Or our lifeforce swims regardless
But I tire of your empty promises
Your snake skin agendas
What is life but love and risk
And your foolish guarantees
offer neither
Refund my soul
I'm no longer your consumer

The Ghost Poet