I’m let down, again.
Every letdown compiling
like a coded compunction,
in synapses despoiled
by repetition and disfunction.
Swarmed and overloaded,
categorised and goaded.
Too many times to make
sense of it all.
Letdown, like so many times before.
Who has any tears left to cry?
And why bother
to even try.
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Keep trying…remember the old adage: you have to kiss a lot of frogs. (I’m assuming it’s the dating thing you are writing about, and that the adage applies to princes as well as princesses, and all those in between.)
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Hi VJ
Surprisingly, it wasn’t about dating. I have so many people and things in my life that let me down lol 🙂
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ha ha – my bad – just reminded me of something my daughter said
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Very touching poetry, filled with the sense of hopelessness in a journey of unrelenting disappointments. Well written, Steve.
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Thank you, Olga. Yes, my depression does shine through in that one lol 🙂
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