Covenant

I have held true to my promises
there are no new scars on my skin
except those the surgeon left
as she foolishly saved my life
that bitter morning in December
and if I’d known the cost upfront
I would have told them to let me die
it seems there is a price to human life
or at least to mine

I have held true to my promises
and they are all I can still hold
in these shaking hands
marred with grief’s greeting
so I keep them with me
though the ember of hope
is long lost in time’s cold ticking
albeit no comfort they provide
to the disquiet inside

I have held true to my promises
untouched by hand or word
over these deserted months
forsaking all humanity
in destitute ennui
I will hold them still
in coming days and months and years
as if in bereavement’s garb
they shall be all I wear

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