The Poet’s Disappointment
The Painful Truth
He thinks he’s the only one that suffers.
Is a bitter pill that I cannot swallow, You told me to be patient, But it’s too hard when I’m waiting to see the poem. I can feel the disappointment in my body, As I wait for the “masterful” poem.
I hope to see it soon, But the poem is not here yet. I believe that the poem will come. It may take time, but eventually, I’ll get it. With this poem, I’ll be ready for the next time.
I guess the poem will not come. It’s not like I didn’t expect it at all. It’s just that the “masterful” poem has yet to be written. The disappointment was really bad for me: This is what I’m going through, and this is what it means. But there will be an update someday, I believe. So at least wait patiently, wait a while more — you’ll see~!
According to the poet, the expectation is a feeling. The disappointment of the poem comes from what one expects. Does it not bring relief, a minor release? Does it not take with it, finally, expectation? The expectation is a feeling that rushes cold and hot in turn. It’s like hope in miniature. This panic-stricken thing, this hope before the end — it’s what we need to survive. And right when we are about to expire, who will save us but the disappointment that cannot be expected? The bitterness of grief that tastes so sweet like honey and brings relief at last from throbbing expectation!
Poems are elusive, No matter how long I wait. I’m not sure if it’ll come soon, And I’m never sure what to expect. It’s frustrating to rely on a poem, Especially a fantastic poem — So that’s my story of disappointment!
How many times have you been disappointed?