I waited, anticipated
Hopes were high, bloated
It was too much to ask, inflated
I lowered my sights, deflated
Tried not to be hurt, shielded
Numbed my senses, phlegmatic
Checked the date and time, could be wrong
I fought back and forth, sparred
Willed a lunge, parry, riposte, touché!
But, when it came, it fizzed
The expectation feud,
blew out the candles.
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John Richard Anderson (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Expectations is the culprit so never let it blow your candle a nice read
Thanks very much. Cheers
a child's furrowed brow
a damning mirror, of modernity's
'age of anxiety' as declared by W. H. Auden..
thanks for sharing, dear poet
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