Empty Promises

Empty promises are all I seem to get

Putting out the fire that the same hands lit

Simple acts of kindness that hold so much

Reinforcing support, a temporary crutch 

Slivers of glass replace slivers of hope

Triggers replace methods used to cope

Making a new friend today, inheriting a stranger tomorrow.

A constant reminder "what we reap, we sow."

Consider it grim, for todays presentation we choose needle and thread 

Stitching up what's come unraveled, the subject far from dead.

The smell of wet ink, the sound of pen moving against paper.

Signing over the rights to a body that never belonged to her. 

A silent promise of never-ending words, a screaming whisper to no longer be heard. 

She opens her mouth to let out her final breath, instead of stale air her last words fall out instead. 

"Empty promises are all I seem to get. Putting out the fire that the same hands lit. "