Promises Broken, Forsaken, Sunken Poem by John Sensele

Broken hearted, I hand in my resignation
From seas of disappointments I've suffered
At your hands in stagnation
You nurtured, progress snuffed, your ego puffed

In your Ivory Tower where power
Looms strong on the agenda
You pursue every second, every minute, every hour
Regarding back to sender

As top priority my concerns set at the bottom of the list
You draw up
In the crib where you brandish the fist
That knocks out hope from the cup

Overflowing with judgment errors
Which you deem insignificant
In the context that mars
The relationship you can't

Defend in your pursuit to overflow
Ego tripping
Slow, slow, slow
Heaping, snipping, whipping

Up no regret
I remind you time to let go
At all no secret
No more bliss to forgo

In a circus I dare not watch
Hearts sunken
No longer in a mood to catch
Empty promises spoken, broken, forsaken.