promise not to die
there was scattered lightness
creeping through low lying clouds
but not a witness to testify
darkest part of morning awakens
most everybody asleep inside boxes
lost inside other lands
or sleepcrawling upside down
wake up wake up barn owl cries
mocking the mockingbird
circling rustic citadel
once holding some significance
sometimes scattered lightness
never materializes
and there is this retreatment of sorts
like closing your eyes
promising to never open them again
august two thousand seventeen
copyright j matthew waters
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jdubqca 
breath-taking good
thank you very much, friend
The last three lines are especially strong.
it wasn’t until the last line that I figured out the title
I love the title because it could mean two things. Either it’s a command/request, or “promise” is a noun and the poem IS the promise.
I am speechless. This is an inspired work.
thank you very much for stopping by to read and comment
damn!
thank you
i’m trying to think of a single word to describe this but can’t–haven’t had enough coffee yet. 🙂