broken promise

the believed, but unspoken
be true to your country,
and to God,
and life
will fall into place;

now broken,
shattered at the foot of the stairs,
in the house no longer owned;
smashed against the wall
around the job that is gone;
crushed by the weight
on the soles of the feet
outside the food bank;
pounded by the furious misery
that walks the block,
looking for somewhere to turn.

March 30, 2009.

Copyright © 2009, Ricky A. Pursley. All rights reserved.

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