Words are like wind in the air,
They fly away when you speak,
Promises are like sediments in the river,
They flow away as you start to creak,
Fate is the one holding your sail,
You are just a passenger in its ship,
So stay strong and hold your rail
Otherwise your hand will slip,
Then you fall into the dark abyss,
Which is very well known as sea,
You will find yourself floating on millions of lies, That you will only realise once you are free,
Those are the lies of your dear ones,
The ones whom you trusted the most,
The truths that seem like white swans,
Have now turned into a black ghost,
Now you feel the pain of the broken promises,
Tears gliding down your face in haste,
You crave to make them feel their lies,
Which only now leaves a bitter taste.


© jas