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A Promise

door killea

A Promise



You came in the night
your gun and ID false or true
vaguely remembered your face
in a haze of sleepy blue
you came and took with force
what was not yours to have
the smell of alcohol
on your fetid breath
angry, vicious and insane
you hurt me physically
but my spirit will not
be broken again
in an Aha moment I knew
from where and who you are
I do not threat, but promise
your problems are not far
look over your shoulder
one day soon I will be
with an Angel from hell
a guide beside me
to teach you about rage
hatred, humiliation and pain
a promise for reflection
next time you have
a frustrated erection…

feedback van andere lezers

• jan
  painfull poetry....
  killea: indeed painful Jan
  xxx
  j
• andremoortgat
  I hope hate
  doesn't kill
  your good-feelings
  killea: I won't let it, Andre
  xx
  j
• yellow
  long tima ago isn't it, lovely poem, straight like always x
  killea: thank you Marc
  xxx
  j
• joplin
  Snijden doet het, deze pijn
  xx
  killea: Indeed it does, Joplin
  xx
  j