Disappointment

I don’t desire disappointment

But oh how hapless does it hurt

Tho it’s of anger that I’m asked

Waxing uncomfortable all the wider

To know what need not’ve been said

Nor wish to say it now

With unasked questions will unanswered

As the safe womb of the soul

Wards us from the stinging words

And defends against the demanding truth

Transforming all that really is

Into illusions of what we really want

            The wolfhound finds a patch of ground

            Muddy and soaked yet in the sun

            Playing in the mud and muck

            Mournful of the balance won

Hoping just to hear my voice

Maybe fearing how it may sound

A word from me might mean so much

But not the words that you would hear

The painful thoughts soon will pass

While the sting of words would wound for naught

Piercing through the heart and soul

Echoing through the troubled mind

Reminding you of what once was

So sad how one person’s pleasure

Can be another person’s pain

            The wolfhound walks the moors alone

            Finding purpose in his quest

            Struggling on against what may

            Just content to do his best

I won’t speak of how we failed

Nor tell of my ill luck

Don’t tell me how oh close we came

Let’s not say a thing at all

I’ll just sit and think my thoughts

Alone within my hollowed heart

The spoken words will only serve

To divide the unity of delusion

And fragment it to dust so fine

That I would surely sweep away

And live amongst the lifeless ruins

Until my spirit stirs my soul

            The wolfhound sets out yet again

            To try his luck and seek once more

            What he’ll find he does not know

            And wonders what he does it for