• aghostpoet 4w

    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