In people, in places, in circumstance, The years bringing it over and over Again and again it visits unannounced, Disappointment doesn't ring the bell. It opens the door and steps right in Never worried there is no welcome, Met with cold looks and stares unawares, Spreading like chilled clouds across the floor. Weary of disappointment of battling the pall Of painting a smile where tears long to fall, Weary of seeking that elusive silver lining Revealed now as threadbare, moth-eaten, and grimy. 2021 ~Koneta
Category: Poems