The Plague

 I think with all might and all of the strength of mine 

Wondering if anyone could find the solution to a plagued heart and the promises it has tried to keep-

All these promises it tries to not let go of or to hide it from the deepest trench, a void which cannot be filled.
These promises serve no purpose, but only aim for utter destruction.
Dull eyes and damp smile which that face wears
Has no idea about the plague the might heart has been affected by-
The kind of a plague which sheds the autumn leaves, the kind of a plague which not even the roses of the warm-blooded people can survive.
The kind of a plague which in the name of these promises kept and hidden, chills us all to the bone.
  
                                            -AJ