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I promise that I'm improvingGetting better as the days turnLower than 6 feet beneath the surfaceI've lost my mindGone deeper into suppressive thoughts
I promise that I'm getting betterThe days fall in lineRoutines that never change and extendDreams of cutting this life shortDrifting into the harmed me
I promise that I'll leave behind a masterpieceFew people that say I'm doing incredibleThe one of the billionsStanding my own, aside a sea of doubtReasons 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 yearsNever reaching the heights of John MiltonNo more creative and outspoken than Aphra BehnNew insights to the heartbreak the likes of Samuel DanielLetting her know she'll be as eternal as Shakespeare's Sonnet 18
I know I can leave behind a wonderment for the future to admireThe power of words like Queen ElizabethThe form of Sir Philip SydneyThe exposed love of John DonneThe hope of endearment as Mary Wroth
I promise that I'm improvingUtilizing the past as a stepping stone of expressionEach tear will amass an unforgettable speechTones will touch the inner soul of the heartlessWords 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.
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This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.
Dreams, desires, id and ego.
This poem is about our failure to feel fulfilled by our constant consumption of life.
Read it and find out.