I promise that I'm improving Getting better as the days turn Lower than 6 feet beneath the surface I've lost my mind Gone deeper into suppressive thoughts
I promise that I'm getting better The days fall in line Routines that never change and extend Dreams of cutting this life short Drifting into the harmed me
I promise that I'll leave behind a masterpiece Few people that say I'm doing incredible The one of the billions Standing my own, aside a sea of doubt Reasons to believe, like Chaucer, I'll begin the new phase of writing
I promise the next years ahead will be more meaningful than the latter years Never reaching the heights of John Milton No more creative and outspoken than Aphra Behn New insights to the heartbreak the likes of Samuel Daniel Letting her know she'll be as eternal as Shakespeare's Sonnet 18
I know I can leave behind a wonderment for the future to admire The power of words like Queen Elizabeth The form of Sir Philip Sydney The exposed love of John Donne The hope of endearment as Mary Wroth
I promise that I'm improving Utilizing the past as a stepping stone of expression Each tear will amass an unforgettable speech Tones will touch the inner soul of the heartless Words as concrete as a woman's beauty in the natural light
I promise that each poem will last amongst the gods of the written skies
Age shall be a number by which greatness will matter not till the ends of each sunset and sunrise.