how
could i know
love has an end and
every promise isn’t kept
speechless and panicked i stand
after having signed
over life’s
lien
how
could i know
what takes a village
could be torn down by one
vows are not vows but wishes
somethings just don’t work
everything
dies
how
could i know
that picking up strays
pastime reserved for canines
a loyalty offered but
not returned a pledge
broken is
myth
fearfree living 
Yes. Truth in the poem, beauty on the page
Thank you.
Good for you for trying a new form. Well, you may not be so satisfied, but I like it. A favorite ;line: “vows are not vows but wishes…” xoA
It was harder than I thought. I think if I’d given it some more time, I would have been more pleased with the outcome.