Disappointment Poem by Charles Dawes

havent heard anything.
i continue to
think
that i
could have
it
right.

the ceiling
hasnt
looked different
in
years.
the cracks
mock
me.

she hasnt
kissed
me
on the mouth
since my
fathers
funeral.

looks like
its going to
be another hot
day.
too bad
im
sleeping in.

my pillow
has
seen
better
days. i
turn away
to
show my
fear.

modesty
and honesty
never
help.
cheat though,
and thats
it.

cut down.