I won third prize in a college poetry competition. This is my entry,
The Promise
I stand upon that forsaken hill
On which she made the promise
I look out across this accursed land
See the cold and caustic crashing seas
And the petrified forests
I am paralysed just like those trees
And volatile like the oceans
This world is so desolate, dark and so foreboding
I wait in silence for my demise is ever encroaching
I can almost hear the skeletal feet of death in his approaching
My God has deserted me, my hope and strength is depleted
For on the day we were engaged she made the promise
That on God’s honour she would never die as long as I was still living
Now she lies beneath my feet locked inside her coffin
Buried deep in this damned hill
And the promise lies with her rotting
