Empty promises, vessels waiting to be filled with action
Waiting for content to give them worth
If one’s word is one’s bond(age)
People are too often vanilla
Afraid to be bound to anything
Enjoying envisioned freedom
Without the burden of any responsibility
Why extend an olive branch to people who are only looking for firewood?
Why allow my kindness to be a weakness?
Watching, waiting, hoping…
Only whispered rumours of groping…
You fill me with your emptiness, giving me false support
I learn to lean and crumble at the first sign of strain
Shattered, destroyed, ruined
Thank you… for absolutely nothing.
January 14, 2009