Broken promise


JB 2020: Summer end in my holiday

Like a broken promise time fast goes
often into nonsense, nowhere, night.
Summertime now is like a far dream
a strange tale without concrete, as mist

Summer suddenly falls in past days
painted by dark grey skies and by rain
like a mad or ill artist could paint
without happy hopes about her life

Sadness suddenly comes in my mind
like this virus that enters the life.
Autumn comes so and full of died days.
Where is just gone mankind strong control?

Without a clear cut path we are like
little ants running casually around.
Our buildings and works have no sense:
I need Someone’s else truth to be alive

October, 5th-10th 2020

2 comments on “Broken promise

  1. Lanora K says:

    when I read this poem, my inner self is filled with a kind of disaster, well it is this pandemic that comes in … Incredibly nice poem, nothing to say about it no 🙂

    Like

  2. judybarton says:

    you are so gentle! Thank you

    Like

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