There's one thing I can't stand. Disappointment.
My heart feels like it's being squeezed and torn.
Expectations have been shot and I mourn.
Tears fall down my face. It feels like torment.
I had high hopes, but now they have been rent.
Former dreams lay discarded and forlorn
Beneath the darkness the sun of the morn
Never touches. Could this be Heaven sent?
This question I've pondered many a time.
Could there be reason behind my lost hope?
Shattering my dreams is cleansing like soap
For my soul to strip me of selfish grime.
Empty of myself, upwards do I climb.
Hopeful and grace-filled. No more can I mope.
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