to whom it was sworn

to be full of false hopes and dreams of a love
that's never going to be again 
the silent prayers said in the darkest hours of the night 
of rescue and tranquility that are never answered 
some would call me a dinosaur,others just I'm crazy 
but the simple truths in life are the most complex
there are so very few who truly understand
who I really am
there is no honor in dying alone in desperation 
but there is honor dying alone keeping your word 
to the one to whom it was sworn

~ D Donner ~

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I absolutely love the ending

each reader of a poem brings their complexes - this poem works in aces for me--honorably!  Lady A