A Promise... Poem by Nestor David Armas

In a dark place

My heart hid away,

The shadows in my mind

Had clouded,

A prison for my soul

I couldn't see,

Not a sound

Came through,

Placed it all

In a room,

And lightly

Shut the door,

The pain

Only reality,

Everyday

Just minutes,

On a very loud clock

Ticking,

The essence

Of life a black and white

Reel played before me,

Smile of misery

Dance and tune,

Sadder than me

Only the dead,

But a few words

Did me well,

The key holder

Came, angel

And set me free

Closure arrived

And with it

A new sense

Of peace,

All that was broken

The pieces

Of that past

Had come

Together,

Honey for glue,

Sweet

Familiarity

Of a time

Trivialities

Were but

The greenest

Of grass

Colored glass

All roses

Thorns lost

Forgiveness

From fresh dirt

On my grave

Will sprout

A promise of

Love...

(09/11/2012)