Disappointment
What a summer it has been, and it's almost over. Lately, it has been not a great one. Hopes dashed mostly. People tell me not to get my hopes up. But who are they? They are ones that have something dear and need not more. How can I, who wants something dear, not hope to have it? Am I not allowed to want and hope? A man denied hope is a joyless and sad creature. He is a man that walks around sleeping.
Bitterness digs in for the long winter ahead. For I hope that I make it an unbearable one for him.
Bitterness digs in for the long winter ahead. For I hope that I make it an unbearable one for him.